ADRIAN POV
My father always repeated one thing to me: hate always comes in twin pairs: love and obsession. You can't have both; it's always one or the other.
I can not remember when it changed. Two months ago, I was repulsed by the very idea of holding hands with a woman, especially this woman. She disgusted me, as a matter of fact, everything disgusted me, but now, sitting beside her on my bed, I let my hand graze her face. Her warm breath fanned across my fingers.
Christ.
She is beautiful and f*****g infuriating, with a sharp mouth, piercing green eyes, and a head full of waves I just want to run my hands through, but if I'm being honest, it's more of a 'pull the hair' thought that I have often. If only Clara knew the thoughts I had of her niece, she'd probably hate me.
Elizabeth
