“I don’t know when it started for me,” Dutch purrs. A hint of his cologne swirls in the air between us and makes my already heightened senses turn delirious. He smells so good. “I don’t know the exact moment I fell for you, but I know that I did and I know it wasn’t random.” His eyes flash, endless honey. Sharp golden pools. “This is real.” “You never fell for me. You fell for a fantasy. For someone you thought you could control.”
