"Are you sure you love me?" "It's complicated." "It shouldn't be." --- Sequel to The Anatomy of Bad Boys.

As he chugged the bottle of clear liquid that was tightly held in his tattooed hand, I watched his lips go to the opening and take a forbidden sip. I desperately wanted to know what they would feel like on me. As he pulled out his third cigarette that hour, I should have asked what he was trying to gas out. But I was to focused on how he gracefully clutched the thin killing machine in his hands. I wanted to know if he would hold me like that. I watched as he destroyed himself with every sip or inhale. He would look at me with a soulless smile, and for a moment, I forgot what I was worrying about.

Ash snapped me out of my thoughts almost instantly, smirking at me. "A penny for your thoughts?" I raised one eyebrow at him. "What's next? A nickel for a kiss?" He scooted closed and cupped my face. Right before he wanted to push his lips on mine I pushed him off. He smirked. "A dime if you tell me that you love me." I glared at him, "I will never ever love you Ashley." He stood up and pinned me against the wall. He examined my face before looking at my lips. A dirty smirk formed on his lips. "Trust me, Rosemary, I am going to make you love me, no matter what. You Are Mine."