I thought about how it had started between us in the summer and wondered, not for the first time, how we had ended up here. How had I gone from loathing his every molecule to hanging on his every word? How had I gone from plotting his murder to dreaming about the scent of his skin and the shape of his hands? The wanting of him had grown so immense that it had the power to stop me in my tracks.
Mi nino was so in love with :(
