He has a way of bewitching me and everyone else around him. I hate admitting it, even if it’s just to myself, but I can’t deny the truth anymore. Something about the guy draws me in, dragging me under his spell and twisting me up inside. Knotting up my intestines and coiling around my heart in a grip that continues tightening no matter how hard I try to escape. But I have to. If I know what’s good for my friendship and my fucking sanity…I need to.
