His diary and her love
"I don't want you. I don't even want to see you again in my life," I whined. My heart pounded as he leaned in close to my face. My chest heaved as I struggled to catch my breath, feeling his warm breath on my skin. "You'll come to my room yourself soon," he smirked. "I will not," I grunted. "You will," he growled, rel...