Samara shook her head, pushing against his chest, pushing him away. It did not happen often, but right now she did not want to be kissing this man, she just wanted answers from him. She could feel all the stress that had left the house with Jase building back up inside her chest, threatening to suffocate her again. She stumbled back away from him. "How?" she pleaded, unsure if she could even get any real words out at this point.
She rummaged on the floor and snatched up his shirt, feeling far too naked now and wrapped it around herself. "How could you keep this from me, Eli? Why would you?" Her voice was small, but at least it was working. "I tell you everything about mine, and all the while you've been having them as well?" She held her arms around herself tightly and they shook violently, almost as badly as the first night she had the nightmares. But he'd been having them this whole time too. She wouldn't believe it if the evidence hadn't just been staring her in the face.