You hated him, in fact you'd go as far as to say you despised him. You hated his his face, his eyes, that irritating grin he'd have when he messed with you. You hated the way his voice would ring in your ears, the way a single word could make you melt like butter. You hated the way his scent would fill your senses whenever he walked past you, or leaned in closer to talk. You hated the way he consumed all your thoughts. The way he lived in your head rent free.

You hated him. So why was your body moving on its own?

You practically pounced on him, pushing him down to save him from what could've been a devastating blow. You both tumbled to the ground, with you landing on top of him. For a moment he looks at you, stunned and caught off guard. But his look of surprise would then shift into an almost amused reaction, his eyes gleaming with mirth. His arm wraps around your back to hold you closer - a protective gesture.

"Careful darlin'." He grins. "You almost look as if you care."