R A Y V I N
James’s busted knuckles whitened on his glass. Then he inhaled, as if for calm. I grasped for a change of subject. “What makes you happy?”
“Honestly, you.” He frowned, then said, “At first, I thought that I was going crazy. I didn’t like the idea of you. I didn’t like how only your thought occupied my mind. Everything about you excites me.” His tone implied an understatement.
“What do you mean?”
“I was a sworn bachelor. Only saw women who I had control over. My longest ‘relationship’ was one that I am beginning to regret why I still kept her. Then you came along. I've been very impressed with how you've changed my perspective about everything. I don't mind what the future holds for us, but, I am so happy that you make me feel a particular way. We might argue and fight, but,
