"But..." Kate started, then faltered.

"I don't remember feeling angry at all. A little jealous, sure. But mostly? It turned me on to watch you enjoy yourself like that. Just lose yourself in it."

"It's scary," Kate said, "I don't know what came over me."

"Well, I know who came over you," I said, a smirk playing on my lips.

Kate shoved my shoulder. "Not funny."

"Sorry," I said, realizing that this was probably the wrong place for humor. "I feel like you found something in that bedroom, and I don't want you to let go of that."

"That sounds dangerous," Kate said, but I could tell she was coming...