"Alright. Maybe just a light coma," he said, then chuckled at himself. It seemed to take effort, but John flung his arm over Wynn and rolled to face him.

"You're amazing," he said. "A man could lose his heart to you."

Like he had. John had always fallen in love fast, and though not one time did it work out, he kept trying. He kept diving in and clutching that delight of falling in love. It was almost like a drug.