“This is a mistake,” I gasped, barely pulling back. “You’re…” “Horrible,” he filled in, and then his lips crashed down on mine. Horrible. “Yes,” I said. “I have no redeeming qualities,” he murmured, as I turned and pressed him back against the lighthouse. “None,” I said. His hands still in my hair, he tilted my head back, trailing kisses along my jaw and down my neck. “You hate me.”
