The Wicked Games we play for love
“God, I hate you so… fucking much.”
“I’m well aware. I had to read that… over and over again… and yet, that's not what your body told me when I touched you…”
Troy raises her hand to slap him, but he catches it lightning fast.
“Look, it's all good. I'm not holding grudges,” Dorian murmurs, his face inches from hers. “In fact, we could still play this game.”
“What game?”
“The one where you try to make me fall for you. I might actually enjoy this.”