Eward felt strange; good, but also... strange. He could not put his finger on it, but something was odd in the way this had happened. They had been sworn enemies since he could remember, their views and opinions differating at every point yet they had been united in this. Katherine had started it - and that just made it stranger!
Had he wanted this? He knew in his heart that he had, but there was that word, heart. He did not love her, and certainly not a night of raw passion however good it was, would make him fall so fast. But there was no denying something was different. Rather than dwell upon it Eward felt his barriers rise. It was more out of fright than anything else but he was slowly beginning to realise the enormity of what he had done - he had slept with Katherine. Katherine Rochester.