"This feels wrong." I said, trying to get his grip off of me. "Why?", so much irony in those three letters Billy just said. "Because..." a tear dropped on my cheek, Billy softly wiping it off with another hand on my waist, "... you hate me" I let out. "But hate is love Noelle." he said, and just like that, my heart ran through all my feelings for Billy and without denying what he just said, I let his soft lips run through my neck while the same hands that once caused me a head concussion were now touching every part of my heated body, tightly pressed against him.
