There are so many things he could say . but he always goes for the ones he knows will hurt me the most .
' do you really think there's anything between us' he turns to glare at me . if looks could kill -- they say .
' I know there is' I reply . but my voice sounds unsure even to my own ears.
' Then you are a bigger idiot then I thought' he practically growls out the words and sits on the chair facing me . staring at me with those depthless eyes. so dark you think they could swallow the stars themselves . and maybe they have . presses a hand to his forehead and sighs .
' There is nothing . because you are nothing to me . you never will be'
and before I have a chance to reply he's on his feet pulling me up towards him . his face inches away from mine . looking like he wants to put my head through the wall. then suddenly his head falls against my shoulder . his long dark hair brushing against my cheek .
' I hate you' he whispers against my neck . before his lips are crushing mine . and his fingers are tangling into my hair . I pull away slowly my eyes staring into his .
' I hate you too' and then my lips are back against his . dancing . gliding. and there is so much softness and warmth. that for an instant I wonder if I'm dreaming. and only the cool touch of his fingers tell me otherwise .
