There I go again. As soon as he stepped out of the Hummer, my skin went hot and cold, then back to hot again. I’ve been a mess all morning since he left, sometimes even coming close to tears. There was no denying it now; I have a crush.
It’s my first, and it’s a doozy. I thought crushes were supposed to be flighty schoolgirl tingles you get for your favorite movie star or celebrity, not this heart-stomping gut-wrenching mess that felt like my insides were being ripped out by sharp claws.
Aren’t these things supposed to build up over time? I barely know him, have hardly seen any other side to him other than the gruff persona he’s shown me since we met. You’d think that after years spent dealing with Sam, I’d want to be as far away from someone with Gabriel’s obvious strength as possible.