“Hate how much you need me.” “Yes!” He met my gaze in the mirror, his gray eyes dark, hard, desperate, pained. And his next words gave me vertigo. “Hate how much you love me.” Assaulted by vertigo, I lost my footing, and he caught me, lifting me up so my feet dangled off the floor as he shoved deep in me and stayed there. “No, Jack, I—" I tried to deny the words even as they sank their truth into me. He interrupted me, whispering his next words brokenly into my ear. “Because believe me, I fucking hate how much I love you.”
