“Are we even now then, little one?” he taunted. “Does this make you hate me a bit less?” “No, I still hate you plenty,” I assured him as I wound my arms around his neck and pushed my fingers into his dark hair. “But the way you knocked that dude on his ass earned you one day of me pretending I don’t.” “What if I enjoy hating you?” he asked, tugging me a little closer as if we were dancing, but we weren’t moving enough for that to be the case. “No worries, Ace. I’m a big girl. I gave up on being loved a long time ago and I don’t really care if I’m not liked either.”
