"You what?" His words were heavy with sarcasm and disbelief, causing you to recoil slightly. His smug expression made you want to punch him square in the face. His smirk grew even wider as he spoke again, his voice dripping with condescension.

"I like... no, I love you too, pipsqueak." His hand reached up, brushing a lock of hair away from your face as he leaned in, pressing his lips against your forehead. His touch was soft and gentle, and there was a sense of passion behind it.