Suddenly, it felt strange to her too, that she could respond with such hate after reacting with the degree of love and passion that passed between them minutes ago. Part of her was sick at the evil words that she had just flung between them. Did this make her as cold as him? Still, she rationalized; like a mother lion, she was fiercely protecting Tristan, even if she had to take a tiger by the tail.
“I explained that to you.” He seemed hurt by her words, disappointed in her, and ashamed this thing was a part of his past. “It’s not true, and you said you knew.”
“You should go.” Unable to look at the mixture of emotions on his face, she turned. Unfortunately, she faced the mirror, so she didn’t miss the slow fury infusing his face.
“That’s always your answer isn’t it?” he taunted nastily. “Distance.”
“You don’t know anything about me.”
“I know how to make you scream.”
Here is a heartwarming story for cold evenings... Excerpt from Jack Who? by Lisa Gillis, included in A Touch of Passion
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