“It's weird, isn't it?'

'What is?'

His gaze met mine again, and I felt a hitch in my chest. I couldn't look away. I felt... ensnared. 'How it feels like I've known you longer. You feel that, too.'

I wanted to deny it, but he was right, and it was weird. I said none of that because I didn't want to acknowledge it. Doing so felt like a start down a road I couldn't travel. Knowing that caused a deep, twisting sensation in my chest, and I didn't want to acknowledge that either.”