But God, that lust. My hands tensed on the steering wheel as I thought of it, wanting even now to touch him again, to feel that brilliant flash of desire. What did they call it in more civilized circles? Chemistry. Yeah. That didn’t quite seem to cover it, though I was closer to understanding what all the fuss about sex was just standing in a room with Black than I ever had been in bed with Max.
-BLACK, Chapter 3, Josephine
Have you ever felt this way about someone?