Anjola
"Stay." I beckoned.
His dark eyes flicked over me before he spoke. "You are drunk Anjy. Rest."
He stood up to leave but I refused to let him go. I clutched unto his calloused hands like they were a part of me.
"Anjy, you will regret this." His stern voice warned but common sense was lost at this point.
I had drowned myself in tequila to clear my mind but in reality, It only cleared my conflicting heart. I staggered up the bed and brushed my fingers down his face before sliding my hands down his shoulders.
"That's why I got drunk Diablo. To swallow my pride and tell you the words."
"What words?" He asked, his voice dipping low and sexy and his eyes getting even darker.
"That I crave you Diablo. That I hate you Diablo Hansen but every time our eyes meet, I want your lips c
