“Do you still hate me?” he says softly. “No,” I whisper, like it’s a secret. “I love you.” He leans closer. “What’s that?” he teases. “I can’t hear you.” “I said you’re a huge pain in my – ” I break off with a squeal when he kisses me, then melt into his hands when he pulls me close.”

“Do you still hate me?” he says softly. “No,” I whisper, like it’s a secret. “I love you.” He leans closer. “What’s that?” he teases. “I can’t hear you.” “I said you’re a huge pain in my – ” I break off with a squeal when he kisses me, then melt into his hands when he pulls me close.”

— Brigid Kemmerer