Jenn and I had a very heated discussion following my reading of Chapter 62. She is staunchly Team Adam and could not get into the action because of it. But the way I explained my complicated feels to her was this: while Warner is obviously an attractive guy, I don’t necessarily think lust is the driving factor in what happens between him and Juliette. She’s in an (even more so than usual) heightened emotional state, having just thought she hurt one of her truest friends, potentially in a fatal manner. She then discovers that her power, which harms the man she loves the most (as my friend Lindsey said, HE NEEDS TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO GET HIS BELLA WALL UP. Come on, Adam, WORK WITH US. askdfjlajsdlfark I died.), has the opposite effect on Warner. It invigorates and strengthens him (I’m curious to see how this weakens/strengthens angle ties in with the familial aspect revealed in UM); Juliette makes him feel GOOD, which is not something she can bring to other people. It’s validating and reassuring.
The scene that spoke volumes to me was actually the one in the hallway preceding the hotness that was the sixty-second chapter: when Warner holds her, I found it more revealing than anything else. She needs reassurance and love and comfort, and in that precarious moment, Warner is able to offer at least some form of these things to her.
“He’s breathing like he’s lost his mind and he’s looking at me like something has broken inside of him, like he’s woken up to find that his nightmares were just that, that they never existed, that it was all just a bad dream that felt far too real but now he’s awake and he’s safe and everything is going to be okay and I’m falling. I’m falling apart and into his heart and I’m a disaster.“
When Juliette is with Adam, she’s doing the one thing that (she sees as) separating her from Warner; she wants to be good, and I believe she inherently is. But as she sees how her trait elicits destruction in and of her other half, she begins to believe that if she gives into her deepest desires – like Warner so often does – she won’t be any better than him. It becomes a constant battle of want vs. need and right vs. wrong.“‘You say you love me,’ he says. ‘And I know I love you.’ He looks up, meets my eyes. ‘So why the hell can’t we be together?’“