It wasn't just lust – I mean, that was undeniably there, in the pounding of my heart and the hot blush that spread across my cheeks. And that feeling that made me want to bite my lip when our eyes first met ... But there was something else there too – a little bit of fear. Swirling amidst the butterflies in my stomach. And for some reason, that drew me even more. There was something about him, some quality of darkness which simultaneously reached out to me, even as it made me afraid. It was strange, the way that tinge of fear only intensified the inexplicable longing that burst to life when I first saw him. I think it wasn't only a fear of him that I felt, either. Certainly, that danger lurking in his eyes made me nervous. But in retrospect, I think that it may have been a fear of myself that he brought out in me, too. Maybe a part of me knew that after meeting him, I would change forever. Let me take you back to the start. Explain how it all began. It was my twenty-first birthday.
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