For the first time in my life, I understand why people like to use the phrase "fall in love."
It is not because they are falling, or because they know what they are getting into. It isn't because they are brave or prepared. It is because they expect to be caught. It only hurts when you are left to fall.
That is how I felt with the last traces of consciousness left in me as I fell back, my head thrown back, my lips parting in a small gasp. I wasn't prepared for that. I didn't expect that to happen. But I had fallen, but not to the floor.
"I'll take you home," Fabian said, his voice distant as I lost most of my rationality. But I could feel it as he leaned forward, his hands under my knees, and fetched me in his arms. I could smell, very faintly the whiff of his perfume, the wild beat of
