I Hate to Love you... (On Hold)
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It was clearly visible that he was drunk. It seemed as if I'd never really seen him so closely. His golden brown eyes, sharp features, messy bronze hair and perfect mouth mesmerized me. I shook my head to get these thought out. How on earth could I let myself have these thoughts about him? Edward started closing the distance between us, and I just stood there unable to move.
Before I could make sense of anything that was happening, he crushed his lips on mine, the kiss made me feel warm inside. He pulled out, and my arms took a life of their own. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulled him closer and returned the kiss.
Evangeline Swanson is 17 and lives happily in Vancouver. Her life turns upside down when an incident that took place at the start of the year, almost happens again. She can't make sense of the new feelings that start to form up for the person she hates, Edward Brown. What will she do when Edward Brown agrees to help her with a situation and starts to close the distance that has built up between them over the course of years. How thin really is the line between love and hate?
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