Anxiously, I pressed on: "Andrew Brook, tell me, do you like someone else more?"

"Before, you only had me. You said no matter what storms you weathered outside, coming home to me was like seeing clear skies. But now, I'm not the first person you look for when you come home. Did you give your clear skies to someone else?"

The tingling sensation suddenly stopped. Andrew Brook pulled back and stared at me intently, his eyes dark and unreadable.

"Sometimes ...