This weird heavy atmosphere between us is like a fog blanket covering us up and making the air thick.

“My head’s a mess. I don’t know how to feel or what to think. This was not exactly something I foresaw, and now I don’t know what you want from me.” My voice is shaky and weak, my body trembling with nerves, and I feel like I’m standing on a cliff, about to leap off.

So much danger. So much uncertainty.

“I want you. That’s all there is to it. I want to show ...