Closer (Taint, #2)

by Carmen Jenner

“We should.” I nod, but neither of us move. Cold droplets pat down all around us, freezing, but she just stares, and I stare, and it’s as fucking weird as it is awesome. “I like you too,” she says finally, blurting it out all at once, as if she was daring herself to do so. “Even though you make me want to strangle you. Even though you’re brash, and rude, obnoxious when you’re drunk—and you’re always drunk—you’re completely inappropriate ninety-nine per cent of the time, and you stare at me as if I’m wearing nothing, and I’m yours to look at ... I like you too.”