To Hate Adam Connor

by Ella Maise

“Lucy, tell me you hate me. I don’t care. I’d rather have you lie and say you hate me than have someone else who lies by saying I love you.”

The only thing on my lips was the whisper of her name and the promise of us.

“Tell me I’m a good kisser, Lucy,” he murmured, his eyes closed. “Tell me I’m your best.”

“I deserve to have you to myself. I deserve to love you.”