KARIMA HEART
"Seems Romeo has already figured out you’re here with me," Owain said, lips curled to the side like he was throwing a question I had no business answering.
"I hate you, Owain. I really, really hate you," I spat.
But deep down I knew hate wasn’t enough. I wanted to do more, maybe leap across the room, knock that smirk clean off his face, or maybe even grow some miracle kind of woman-superpower that’d send him flying through the roof. Anything to stop this ridiculous craving for him that still clawed at me. And there I was, standing naked, wishing for a miracle that wasn’t coming.
"I know you hate me," he murmured, maddeningly calm, "but don’t worry, that won’t last. Now, get dressed, you wouldn’t want your boyfriend catching you naked in my room, would you?" His smile deepe
