He smiles and I don’t miss the chuckles around us. “Yes, I am. And you’re in love with me, too.” “No, I’m not.” He steps into me. “Yes. You are. I know you are.” “You don’t know shit,” I whisper, unable to catch my breath, my eyes darting across his face, searching for a sign of... something. He brushes my hair out of the way. “How do you feel when I touch you?” “Warm.” “And when I hold you?” His arms wrap around me, his pads making him even larger.
