love the way you hate
Introduction: a fire love tale Love the way you hate. He looked over to where I was lying on his bed, curled up to his duvet, wearing just my thong and his slipknot t-shirt. He leaned on a bookcase only a little way away, he wore his black skinny jeans his chest bare showing off his flat stomach and strong arms. Despite how I felt looking at his flawless body, I couldnt deny the look he was giving me, it was filled with hatred. One I was used to seeing on his face almost more then I was used...