I hated Ryan. Seriously. And I rarely ever allowed myself to feel that emotion. It was toxic. Something else I hated? “Spider,” I said, looking up into Ryan’s green eyes. “In the shower.” The funny thing about hate, though? Sometimes it very much resembled its complete opposite cousin: love. Passionate, irrational, mind-altering. As Ryan currently had my hardening cock against his own stiffening dick, hate became one of the last emotions I could even think about. Love, on the other hand? Yeah, I could see myself loving this.
