his gross fucking blonde buzzcut his stupid fucking face and that hot fucking body. This boy was gonna kill me.

I kept staring at him across from the bar. My body tense. I sipped my drink. He was my boyfriend, then my ex, then my ex who I banged every other day, to whatever this is. I hated him but I didn't want to stop fucking him.

My distaste grew every single time but also my lust grew. And he looked over at me, finally seeing me, and his expression also grew in distaste. We hated each other.