It wasn't love, it wasn't lust, it wasn't even genuine attraction. It was admiration and respect and protectiveness and fierce disbelief that anyone could cause her pain. And there he was inside her in stark and absolute detail, and she couldn't help but feel the same for him.
Knowing she could hate him, knowing she could hurt him, and he chose to touch her--kiss her—something Bobby never would have done.
She was reeling.