You hate his stupid smirk, his inability to take you seriously and you hate his sarcastic quips that make you seem like an idiot,

But it’s hard to hate him when he kisses you so good, when your lips slot together perfectly whenever he wants to shut you up.

It’s hard to hate him whenever he holds you like you’re as delicate as a rose petal and worth diamonds. Hard to hate him each time you wake up in his bed, feeling his warm presence behind you as you laid on your side, back facing him.