Summer

Wanting someone so badly has never felt this forbidden, yet I'm dying to be buried in that sin.

I've never craved someone the way I crave him.

I have seen the way he looks at me, caught somewhere between hate and disgust—or perhaps something more than either. Maybe I'm only fooling myself into believing there's something hidden beneath his anger.

He loathes me. He curses me, says I'm the reason...