Are you sure you don"t hate me?
Are you sure you don"t hate me?Her whispered question bothered him. How could she not see what he felt was so far from hate he didn"t know how to react? He"d never experienced anything like it before. The obsession he"d held for Jasmine as a rogue was a weak shadow compared to the vibrant, robust twist of emotions he felt for the beautiful brunette beside him.
He brushed his fingers along her cheek. Her skin was incredibly soft, not like the puckered pulled skin of his scar. Her gaze locked on his. Her question still lingered between them.
"I could never hate you," he said quietly.
They held gazes and some sort of understanding passed between them. For the first time in his life, he didn"t try to hide his emotions from another person. He wanted her to se
