Pure unfiltered hate stares down at me. It’s such a weird sight mixing with the movement right above my tits. He might hate me, but it’s obvious that he wants me just as much as I do him. I shouldn’t. I should want Toby. Hell, even Theo. Both of them have at least shown me a little decency since I turned up at Knight’s Ridge on Monday, unlike the guy currently jerking off to the high of his hate for me. It’s fucked up. It’s wrong. So why the fuck does it feel so right?
