“Why the fuck do you care, anyway? You hate me, remember?” “Yeah,” I mutter. “Can’t fucking stand the sight of you.” My body collides with hers a beat before her back slams against the wall behind her. Her skin is damp with sweat, her hairline wet, but hell if it doesn’t make me want her more. All the air rushes from her lungs as I surge forward, finally giving her what she’s been begging for and slamming my lips down on hers, forcing my tongue into her mouth.
