'What is it?' Wain was puzzled.
Suddenly he felt something new and strange. Wain didn't know what it was.
Wain had never really loved anyone. He liked some women, he had slept with them many times, like with Isabella, but love, passion, and lust differed. They were connected, but they could also exist separately and independently.
Some people believed that many had never even known what true love was in their entire lives. Their idea was that those who thought they were in love might be experiencing banal passion or affection instead of love.
It was a rather controversial assumption, but such people certainly existed. It was a fact.
"Ouch!" A piece of ash hit Eva's eye, and she squinted. Eva wiped her eye with her hand, making it watery.
