"When I was younger," she began, "I was taught that sharing made you a good person: a kind, giving, person.
"So I lived my life sharing the things I loved the most: my books, music, thoughts. And I was happy to see others love the things I so adored." She shifted her weight and turned her head to look at him.
"But now, with you, it’s different. It’s as though I’ve reverted to childhood again, before we were taught about sharing. It’s as though I’ve forgotten everything I ever learnt; I don’t want anyone else to have you the way I do."
Smiling wryly, she told him “You’ve made me selfish, and I’ve never felt better.””