"i don't hate you," my voice was barely a whisper against his chest "i know sweetheart," he murmured, his arms tightening around me i looked up at him, my eyes brimming with tears, "but i should hate you," i confess "you should," he cupped my face between his hands, eyes burning with intensity. "and it makes me the luckiest bastard in the world that you can't manage to," he rasped.All Rights Reserved