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Completely.

Hopelessly.

Head over fucking heels for this woman.

Last night was incredible.

Not because we ended up in bed together.

Hell, that would've been enough for most men.

Not me.

This is different.

It has been for a while now.

It's not the shirt she's wearing.

Though seeing her in my clothes does things to me I don't have the vocabulary to explain.

It's not even that she's the prettiest woman I've ever seen.

She is.

But that's not it either.

Somewhere along the way...

She became the first person I look for.

I walk into a room, and my eyes find her before I know what they're doing.

I hear something funny, and she's the one I want to tell.

I solve a problem, and I wonder what she'd think.

Hell, I fixed the cryo system this morning and my first instinct was to get back here and see her.

Not check the diagnostics.

Not answer emails.

I needed to see her.

To check on her.

Make sure she’s safe, happy—here.

That ought to scare me.

Instead, it feels right.

I've spent most of my life watching.

Watching through rifle scopes.

Watching security feeds.