"Ah, the Honeymoon phase, right?" That whirlwind first flush of starry eyes and lust and affection that feels like love, but that you're too afraid to call that because it's too much, too fast, you, scare might them off. A free fall as exilerating as it was terrifying.

"How are you feeling now?" she asked gently, still stroking her fingers through his hair. "A little better, I hope. Feels like you've stopped shaking, at least."