“Do you hate me then, Roxy? Or do you still not care about me enough for that?” “Why do you care if I do, or I don’t?” I asked in response because in that moment I didn’t even know anymore. The heat of him was coiling around me again and instead of leaning away from him, I was shifting closer. He was danger and power and the worst kind of temptation, but I almost wanted to find out just how close I could get before I got burned.
