“Do you still hate me?” I asked in a low voice, and I hated myself for the words that came out next. “Because your hatred pales in comparison to the loathing I feel toward you now.” Lena’s face crumpled, and I stepped closer toward the bed as my frown deepened. “You consume all of me, Lena. You are my waking thought and the final picture I see before I sleep. You are a siren that haunts my dreams. It's been that way since the moment I met you.” I sighed in defeat. “There’s not a damn second you aren’t on my mind.”
