“Ah, sweet torture.   This was the part I dreaded the most.   When our eyes clashed, and everything, every horrible, wonderful, painful, ugly, beautiful, torturous, ruinous, gory bit of us came back to me.   It was bad enough when I didn’t have to look at him.   But when I did—exquisite torment, with a touch of pleasure so concentrated, so brutally pure it had ruined my life.   Broken my heart.   Eviscerated my soul.  I’d scraped what was left of that pathetic soul out myself, sawed it into little pieces and left it somewhere far behind.”