He makes me feel young and desirable and capable of real passion.” “What did I make you feel?” I asked unwillingly, my voice low. I knew I was inviting more pain but I couldn’t stop myself. That puzzled her for a moment. “Comfortable,” she said at last, with no thought for my feelings. “Accepted and valued.” She smiled suddenly, and her expression cut me. “Generous, giving you what no one else would. And more. Worldly and adventurous. Like a bright songbird come to visit a wren.”
