I confessed. I couldn't do it while sober so I took a shot of liquid courage. "I like you." "Why?" "I just like everything about you." "…I don't understand." Something's strange. His voice is deeper, his height slightly different, and his physique even more so. In fact, after a closer look, even the hair colour that reflected the moonlight—this is crazy. It’s someone else. It's none other than Duke Cabel Willard…