They meant very little to her. Not nothing, but by comparison all of them together meant less to her now than Jack. But Compton was an instructive example. How well she recalled the hurt in Jack's eyes, the coldness in his voice, and how she'd hastened to go with him. Part of her wondered whether that hint of anger hadn't worked on her like Rene's, but that was an unworthy thought. She'd gone with Jack because she cared for him, not because she feared him.
Although her nod made it somewhat unnecessary, it felt important to observe softly, "I left with you." And she didn't doubt Jack would have, if she hadn't made it plain she didn't want him to follow her just then.
She lifted her gaze to his finally, and let him see the pain in it and the yearning. "I've grown accustomed to being the only woman that rouses your passion, and even now, you're so restrained...it hurt unbearably to see you wanting someone else."
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Date: 2017-02-25 07:25 am (UTC)Although her nod made it somewhat unnecessary, it felt important to observe softly, "I left with you." And she didn't doubt Jack would have, if she hadn't made it plain she didn't want him to follow her just then.
She lifted her gaze to his finally, and let him see the pain in it and the yearning. "I've grown accustomed to being the only woman that rouses your passion, and even now, you're so restrained...it hurt unbearably to see you wanting someone else."