His lips come too close. "But I love you."

"No you don't."

His eyes close. He leans his forehead against mine. "You have no idea what you do to me."

"I hate you."

He shakes his head very slowly. Dips down. His nose brushes the nape of my neck and I stifle a horrified shiver that he misunderstands. His lips touch my skin and I actually whimper. "God, I'd love to just take a bite out of you.

Author: Tahereh Mafi

His lips come too close. "But I love you."<br /><br />"No you don't."<br /><br />His eyes close. He leans his forehead against mine. "You have no idea what you do to me."<br /><br />"I hate you."<br /><br />He shakes his head very slowly. Dips down. His nose brushes the nape of my neck and I stifle a horrified shiver that he misunderstands. His lips touch my skin and I actually whimper. "God, I'd love to just take a bite out of you. - Tahereh Mafi

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