Unfathomable lights swirl around his dark eyes as I try to stare him down. Even in his worst I find it appealing.
For once, I thought it sparked. Or I guess it’s wishful thinking. I feel deeply unsettled. What the hell is he thinking? Damn it.
As I try to uncover his secrets, he suddenly turned away, leaving me bothered, angry, intrigued.
Suddenly he said, “I don’t understand you.”
Oh, the feeling’s mutual.
He is a big puzzle, indeed.