Stood in front of your legs as you sat on the desk, he was there, staring down at you. Staring at you with those damn eyes.

You hate him, right? The way he talks to you, the way he makes you drop your reserved façade. You’ve been ignoring him, but it’s caught up to you.

“Repeat it,” He grinned devilishly, his hands on either side of you, leaving you ensnared on the desk. “Tell me everything you hate about me.”

He’s enjoying your anger, your fury, your hate.