Hopelessly

"Are you okay?" He asks concern dripping through his accent as much as it was shown on his face which made my heart beat uncontrollably in my chest. He cared, I thought. His deep grey eyes boring into mine, ripping into my soul. It seemed like he knew everything and I was left feeling utterly vulnerable. I was well aware of the large hand that was still gripping my wrist, spreading warmth throughout my veins like a drug and I was addicted even though it was terribly wrong. I took a deep breath, finally admitting the answer to myself.
"No. Are you?"