Amelia laughs again and I contemplate asking her, begging her, to please, please stop before I lose my fucking mind. I don’t know what’s wrong with me tonight, why I’m particularly affected by her tonight. She always has some kind of a hold on me but tonight, it’s like I have no control over myself. It’s like I’ve willingly handed it over to her and that’s not normal for me. It’s not what I’m used to and I’m not sure I like it.
