I was silent for a long moment, turning his words over and over in my mind. Beautiful? Hot? I was sure I thought the same, once, but I'd chalked it up to a(n admittedly long) fit of arrogance and overconfidence, not to any sort of truth.

Panic started to build in my chest. What if I wasn't acting like myself? What if I was secretly a Skrull all along? Oh, God, what if I was a pod person?

"What do you think is wrong with me?" I asked him, eyes wide with fear, and I clasped my hands to his forearms, my earlier hesitation all but forgotten in the face of sheer terror.