I wrap my arms around his neck. The nostalgic feeling that washes over me at being in his arms almost takes my breath away. “You’re drunk, Tessa,” he says and tries to remove my arms from around him. “So… I want you,” I say, surprising both of us. I decide to shut my thoughts off, the logical ones, anyway, and grab two fistfuls of his hair. Oh, how I’ve missed the way it feels between my fingers.
I hate you
