"No. It's because you're you. You're everything I've been looking for. Everything I've always wanted."
"You know that's crazy, right?" I'm so upset I forget to be afraid for a moment. "You don't even know me!"
"That's true," he says softly. "But I don't need to know you. I just need to know what I feel."
"Are you saying you're in love with me?" For some reason, that idea frightens me more than when I thought he just had weird sexual preferences.
He laughs, throwing his head back. I stare at him, irrationally offended. I don't want him to be in love with me, but does he have to find the idea so funny?
"Of course not," he says after he's finally done laughing. He's still grinning, though.
"Then what are you talking about?" I ask in frustration.
His smile slowly fades. "It doesn't matter," he says quietly. "All you need to know is that you're special to me."
