Jeffrey Foster grew more alarmed the more he thought about it, the itch in his throat prompting a craving for a cigarette.
He never felt this way even towards Abigail.
Back then, he was too rational, keeping his emotions in check perfectly. Abigail's feelings for him were more like admiration than love, and they both assumed they were soulmates. To think more would have felt like tarnishing the other person.
Especially since he had witnessed the dirtiest affairs between men and women in the world and dared not, nor cared to, think about such things. Even when he later did want to do those things with Abigail, it was just a despicable desire to possess her, so she could completely let go of Brandon Piers.
Unlike now, where he was occasionally stirred by the girl before him, recalling the minutiae of their interactions and wanting to see her face.
Jeffrey Foster felt disgusted with himself.
