“When I’m in a room with you, I can’t breathe.” The words hardly mattered, because my feet slid closer to him anyway, reeled in by that incessant tug. “I can’t sit in my own skin. You gave me a choice but it really isn’t one, let’s be honest, because I want you so bad and I don’t even know why. Because I don’t want you, Jack. I fucking don’t.”
