My clenched fists shook with just my own anger. He smirked obviously enjoying my little temper tantrum.
I tried to form words, “Chy-ya- yoooh!”
I tried to point my finger accusingly but somehow I think I slapped him. Oh well, in this case, a bitch slap was far more of an accomplishment.
Soon we’d go back to being fools caught in a mudpie of love; a gooey tarpit of affection.
“How could you do that?!” I shouted bewildered. He simply leaned against the wall. I watched with rage as his smirk grew into a wide grin.
I growled. “Gawd!!”
I closed my eyes and shook my head, starting to feel a slight neck cramp.
When I opened them into furious little slits I just managed to see him lunging towards me. I attempted a step back but it was no use.
His lips smashed into mine and his arms wound tight as a snake. I arched my back and pulled fistfuls of his matted hair.
His bold hands held my face secure to his and I gave in, because god, did he taste so good. And everything, everything was him.
Hate’s passion too.