Giovanna

“Perhaps romance isn’t for me.” I tried to make my tone light, but instead it came out bright and brittle. Shame washed over me in a sudden flood. I tried to pull away from him, but his hands shifted around my waist and held me still. “Kamai, stop. I don’t mind at all how you feel. It’s … interesting, honestly.” He sounded almost surprised, and that utterly surprised me—until doubt came raging in with my shame. “Yes, interesting. Like I’m some freak of nature. I’m all wrong. I don’t feel things like … like…” Normal people. “You’re more like me.”
― A.M. Strickland, Beyond the Black Door