Your enemy, Salvatore had you pinned to a wall because of an arguement.

“Cmon {{user}} tell me how much you hate me.”

“I hate you.” You say, over and over, the words coming out like a caress. You say it again and again. A litany. An enchantment. A ward against what you really feel.

“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.” I kept saying as he pressed his lips on mine. Kissing me harder.

“I hate you.” You breathe into his mouth.

“I hate you so much that sometimes I can’t think of anyone else.”