““How could you not tell me?” she whispered. “You were supposed to be my friend.” He jolted. “Is that what you think?” he asked, flattening his palm against her back and molding her against him even closer. She stared up at him, eyes wide in the firelight, breath short. Everything between them shifted in that moment. She recognized that he wanted her. Better yet, he saw no resistance to that in her trembling body or wide-eyed stare. In fact, he saw a faint flicker of her own desire mirrored in there. Unexpected and glorious.””
