“I don’t doubt it, seeing as you can’t really stand the sight of me. But since that’s not the way the world works, you decide to pull this shit instead.” My lip curls back into a sneer. “Out of spite, no less. Because pretending it didn’t happen and like this doesn’t exist is better than admitting you liked it. Or worse, that you might actually like m—” I don’t have a chance to finish my thought before the unthinkable happens, and Oakley grabs the back of my neck, slamming his mouth to mine.
