
"You do things to me; horrible, amazing things. It really scares me how easily you spark my temper. I can't count the times I've gotten the urge to do something rash; to hurt you even. But I know somehow I never could... Like that time I punched the wall?- And then you kissed my knuckles, the same ones I'd just busted above your head. Why aren't you afraid of me? You should be..."All Rights Reserved