Love or Lust
She crossed the distance between us in two steps and kissed me.
It wasn't gentle and it was far from hesitant.
Her hands fisted my shirt and pulled me down to her, her mouth crashing against mine with all the desperation of a week spent apart.
I groaned against her lips, my hands finding her waist, pulling her into me like she was oxygen and I was drowning.
"I hate you," she breathed against my mouth.
"I know, baby." I chuckled, knowing very well her words and her actions were contrasting.
She groaned, but it quickly turned into a moan as I kissed her again, harder, walking her backward until her back hit the wall of the building.
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