"I hate you." she sighed looking at her hands and scratching at the bruises painted on her legs.
"and I love you."
"why do you do that? I tell you I'm disgusted by you. I insult you, I scream at you. for god's sake I fucking hate you and you love me. Michael you adore a bomb who's blowing up every time you turn."
He moves closer she's now close to his chest pulling on his shirt for more of him. "because you like Shakespeare and hate your name and maybe you are a grenade but Rosemary youre mine."
"I hope you go bald one day Clifford."
"And I hope you finally admit your true affection for me. But for now let's look back at reality okay?"
that prologue is shit but the first chapter is much better but I might edit this and make it much more nicer I think. however yeah this my new story and let's hope people actually read this.
but I will put a disclaimer. please know if you are here for good smut you should probably exit now and if you are looking for a stable relationship between my characters you should probably exit as well. okay listen I'm just a fucked up writer who curses too much and isn't confident enough in her stories.
but if you want to give me a shot then thank you and I hope you somewhat enjoy it.
