I tried in vain to fight him off, his closeness intoxicating me. He kept grasping moving parts of my body, attempting to tame my wrath. This only seemed to amuse him, though. And that only added to the fire inside me. He finally clutched both of my wrists, my elbows bent as he rested my balled fists against his heaving chest, his lips brushing against mine. I jerked my head to the side, avoiding both his moist lips and yearning gaze. "I love you." He whispered against my cheek, slightly tilting his head. "Do you hate me?" I clenched my jaw tightly at his words and glared deep into his blue orbs. By that I gave him his answer. He searched my eyes for a few seconds. A small smirk appeared on his face. "Good."