Author's Note

I hated him. I swear to god, I hated him. Just like I hated nearly everything else. But things you hate often have a way of wheedling in to your heart and sometimes, that's were they belong.

"My grip on the knife tightened. Suddenly he leaned forwards and whispered in my ear 'I will protect you, no matter what happens to me, I will always protect you'. And in that small moment, I broke the barricades of anxiety, just for a few seconds, and pressed my lips hard against his. We broke apart and I opened my eyes. 'I enjoyed that' he whispers, his voice low and sexy. His hands find my hips and he gently pulls me towards him again, kissing me up my neck and along my chin until he reaches my lips..."