When I floundered for a word, he quietly finished the sentence for me. “Curious?”
With a sigh, I nodded
And he nodded as well. “As am I.”
“You are?” Shocked to the bone, I blinked at him.
His grin was immediate. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I be? This thing on the side of my head keeps telling me I should hold you in more esteem than I’ve ever held anyone. Why wouldn’t I want to know why? Why wouldn’t I… God, you have no idea.”
With a hard laugh, he shook his head. “I want to know everything there is to know about you. I want to know why you make me hot and needy whenever you’re near. I want to know why you—a complete stranger—fill me with a loyalty and respect I’ve not felt before. I want to know how you make me think about you constantly and ache for your mere presence. I want to know w
