"That was the first night I came here. I wrestled all night, while
watching you sleep, with the chasm between what I knew was right,
moral, ethical, and what I wanted. I knew that if I continued to ignore
you as I should, or if I left for a few years, till you were gone, that
someday you would say yes to Mike, or someone like him. It made me
angry.
"And then," he whispered, "as you were sleeping, you said my name.
You spoke so clearly, at first I thought you'd woken. But you rolled over
restlessly and mumbled my name once more, and sighed. The feeling
that coursed through me then was unnerving, staggering. And I knew I
couldn't ignore you any longer." He was silent for a moment, probably
listening to the suddenly uneven pounding of my heart.
"But jealousy… it's a strange thing. So much more powerful than I would
have thought. And irrational! Just now, when Charlie asked you about
that vile Mike Newton…" He shook his head angrily.
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