The kisses sent shivers through Marian's body, and they were good shivers. It had been a long time since a kiss had made her feel anything beyond revolted.
(But weren't there some nights, Marian's vicious little inner voice reminded her, when you weren't faking it? Are you going to pretend that every single kiss was against your will? Are you going to pretend you never sought out pleasure in his arms? You can lie to them as much as you like, but are you going to lie to yourself?)
"I want to be your Marian again," she said, fingers moving softly through his hair. "I want to remember who she is. I wish I could see myself like you see me."