“I’m so sorry for the way I treated you before.” His voice cracks and he shakes his head, tears pooling in his eyes. “I was a coward. Too dumb and immature to deal with the boatload of feelings I felt when I first saw you. I thought hurting you would make them go away, but it didn’t. It only made me want you more.” I pull him in by the back of his neck, dropping my forehead down onto his. “Fuck that. I don’t want you to be sorry.” “You don’t?” “No. Because we wouldn’t be where we are right now if it weren’t for you making me hate your guts.” He laughs and calls me an ass, then he kisses me.
