““I might be falling in love with you," I whisper, finding it hard to focus on his face. "Kate," he says, almost sadly. "what? You might be falling in love with me too?" My voice is hopeful, pathetically hopeful. He shakes his head. "You aren't falling in love with me?" He doesn't respond. I touch his face carefully with the tips of my fingers. His skin is incredibly soft above the line of hard jawbone. I touch his silky black hair. His eyes close and i want to kiss his eyes, but I'm afraid. Afraid of all this. This could destroy me. He opens his eyes. "Kate, I'm already in love with you.””
