I clutch the arms of the chair for support as she pulls us face to face, and I harden my jaw, looking into her eyes. The dark brown lights up with flecks of gold as she glares at me, and I can smell the peaches in her long black hair. My heart pounds so hard. Yes. Like a fucking drug. She stares at me with fury, and I brace myself for impact when I know I should pull away. But I don’t want her to let me go. It took so long to get us here. I hate Olivia Jaeger. I fucking hate her, and I’d happily never love anything if I could hate her my whole life. My eyes pool with tears, and I don’t know
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