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It was hard hating someone so much you start to obsess over them. Then again, it really was a small line between love and hate.
Charlie: I shouldn't have been there. Not when Jason stood like that, and certainly not with a man on his knees before him. His eyes locked on mine, face twisted in pleasure and vulnerable. He's straight, he's straight, he's straight...
Right?
Jason: I knew he saw me. Blue eyes wide and lips parted. Lust or shock I didn't know, and I was too far gone to care. It was supposed to be hatred- consuming unadulterated hatred, but the second I grasped the unmistakable lust in his gaze, I was gone.
Note: This work is being reedited. Majority of the story remains the same, just rewritten a little with added parts.