Chapter Eighty nine

89.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m ashamed.” She turned to look at him, her blue eyes clashing with

green. “I hate that you conquered me. I don’t want you.”

“Your body does.”

She rolled her eyes. “My body would be happy if I never worked out

again and ate ice cream all day, but the idea of doing so is abhorrent to my

mind.”

“I get it.” He cupped a breast, lazily thumbing her nipple. “You don’t

like that your sexual needs can overwhelm your intellect.”

She sighed, not entirely sure if it was from annoyance or pleasure at the

way he touched her. “It’s more than that. Sex is primal and basic. I hate you,

but I hate my own weakness more.”

“Hate is the flipside of love, they say.” He grinned before brushing his

lips against hers, trying to coax her to respond.

“That’s bullshit. Apathy is the flipside of love. Hatred and love are

more intimately entwined than opposite each other.” She sneered at him.

“But don’t try to pretend like you love me or something, O’Mara.”

He snorted. “As if