I really hate him. But mostly, I hate my attraction to him. That dumb, boyish smirk and the way he shakes his head from side to side to get his hair out of his face. And that stupid sweatband I’ve seen him wear around his forehead when he’s on the pitch makes him look like a complete man-child. But he did not look like a child when he was naked in my car the other night. And he did not feel like a child when he was pressed up against me in the alley two nights ago. He certainly kisses like a man.
