"I don't believe you," I sobbed.
I looked at his mouth. I remembered the way it felt on mine. I hated him. I hated all of them. But I was so tired of being strong. I was so tired of being alone in this nightmare.
I reached up and grabbed the front of his jacket. I pulled him down toward me. I didn't think about it, I just did it, I slammed my lips against his.
It wasn't a soft kiss. It wasn't romantic. It was violent and desperate. I wanted to hurt him. I wanted to taste the guilt on him. I bit his lip, and I heard him let out a sharp gasp.
For a second, he didn't move. He stood there like a statue. Then, he broke.
His hands moved from my arms to my waist, pulling me flush against him. He groaned into my mouth, a deep, hungry sound that vibrated in my chest. He kissed me back wi
