"Are you sure we haven't met before?" she suddenly asked, pulling herself away. Her eyes bored into his, searching for something she couldn't quite grasp.
Kalix tilted his head, the curiosity on her face making it difficult for him to stay composed.
"What do you think?" he asked, leaning closer. His eyes were playful yet calm.
Winter had moments when Kalix felt far too familiar, like a presence that lingered not just from the night they first met but from a time she couldn't seem to recall.
"How did you fall for me?" she asked, suddenly piqued by her own curiosity.
She had always assumed his love for her developed after their first night together, that the process of searching for her, getting to know her, had built his feelings until they became so intense that he watched over her from afar.
But now, thinking back, it felt as if it had started even earlier. There was an understanding in him, an unspoken knowledge of her that even she couldn't remember.
