The Art of Hating You
Sara's legs straddling Austin's lap, their lips clashed in a fierce, passionate kiss. The sound of their lips meeting was like a spark, igniting a flame that threatened to consume them.
"Mmm," Sara murmured, her lips vibrating against Austin's.
"I hate you," Austin growled, his hands grasping her hips, pulling her closer. His fingers dug into her skin, sending shivers down her spine.
Sara's hands were just as busy, her fingers tracing the lines of Austin's face, her thumbs brushing against his lips. "I hate you too," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their kissing.
Their lips parted for a moment, and Austin's tongue darted out, tracing the curve of Sara's lower li