She smiled, then turned around and walked away, leaving me with an unavoidable realization. I liked Hazel. A lot. This wasn’t hate-lust anymore. I didn’t hate her at all. Teasing her hadn’t been the same as arguing. I wasn’t fuming at her, and yet I could have easily bent her over that table again. I still wanted her. And it had nothing to do with being enemies. I didn’t know what I was going to do with that.
