"Don't get me wrong, Jack, but I just met you a week ago." "Yet it feels like I've known you all my life." He cuts in, his hand interlocking with mine. I don't pull away from the warmth because I want to remember how it feels, but only for a second. I savor that second. "Then why am I questioning everything?" I ask hesitantly. his eyes reply with a piercing stare. "'Cause I haven't given you answers yet." Damn. He's good.All Rights Reserved