“I mean, I don’t know what this is. And I don’t like that you live three doors down from me, and I have to dodge you like this.” He laughs, shaking his head. “Why are you dodging me?” “Ugh!” I run my fingers through my hair. “Because I don’t like the loss of control, and I don’t like the polarity of emotions. One minute I like you; the next, I hate you. Then I’m back to liking you. Then you say something that rubs me wrong, and I’m back hating you. Then you open your door looking like…” I nod to his general sexiness “…this. And what am I supposed to do?”
