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Compelling as it is, she denies it, and tries to ignore it. It hangs over her like a dark cloud on a sunny afternoon; showering him, and taunts her. It's hate, but in a strange way, it's love as well.
His kisses are never soft or gentle; rather, they're rough and full of haste. This doesn't bother her. She knows that behind his raw exterior is the man she embraces with ardor and hungers for. She isn't sure what love is supposed to be, but this desire deep inside her isn't just a feeling. It is far more than that.
It's passion.