“I hate you, Adam.” “Good.” A wet laugh chokes him and he releases my hands in favor of grabbing the outsides of my arms and squeezing them. “Hate me, Echo. Because I love the way you hate me. Just so long as you only. Hate. Me.” He pounds the words out, touching my hair, my neck, my back, pulling my hips forward to meet the wall of his body. “You hate anybody else like you hate me, it’ll…” He doesn’t finish. He doesn’t need to. He just grabs my right hand and lays it flat over the X carved into his heart.
