“What did you feel?” he asked, his hypnotic dual eyes snaring her in its trap. What did she feel? He didn’t experience emotions as she did, and knowing he wanted her account of her feeling things made her heart race. “I felt—” she stopped, looking at him, her throat working “—angry. So, so angry.” “Why?” he prodded, leaning slightly toward her. “Because I thought you’d chosen her,” her voice wavered with her words. “I thought you were keeping me on the side, making a fool out of me, giving me little nothings, and giving her everything. I felt angry. I felt hurt. I felt jealous.” “Why?” he
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