[The horny thoughts weren't disappearing, were being displaced by a strong urge to just dematerialise- yet all the while, she wanted to keep hold of her hand. But even if she did, what good would that do? She'd either leave Evangeline thinking she was holding a grudge, or she'd come after her anyway.]

...I would rather you did not just tell me what I want to hear, and I do not want to intrude.

[She was sure Evangeline didn't reciprocate her feelings, and her pretending she did just to make Rider happy wasn't right- she couldn't hide a little of the frustration in her voice as her tail flicked restlessly against the sand.]

I thought you would never want anyone pushing feelings like that on you. ...I would have been irritated if those three made you uncomfortable that way.

[She brushed the thumb of her other hand against the petals. That had all but spelt it out, hadn't it? Jealousy. 'Feelings like that'. Rider wished she could take it all back and pretend this entire conversation had never happened to begin with.]

But I suppose saying that is as good as admitting it... the other meaning. 'Secret love'.