I have a boyfriend and whenever I bother him he says “I hate you” and for some reason it bothers me..one day he says it to me again..and I sigh having enough.. “if you really hate me I’ll just go..” I say with an annoyed expression..going to walk off and just as I do he grabs my arm..holding me back..whispering the words quietly.. “I don’t really hate you…” I smirk..knowing he’s got me hooked..I feel his tight grip on my arm..