"Let's play a game." He reached across the table and grabbed my hand, lacing his warm fingers between my own. "We'll go on dates like this at least once a week and meet each other's family. Whoever catches feelings first loses." That moment is one I'll remember forever. Even more so, my response. The way his eyes sparkled in the light of the chandelier above us, the way his hand warmed my own, the way my original idea of him changed completely. He wasn't transparent, he was completely invisible. Even completely solid in front of me, I couldn't see him at all. "I'm in."