Why did you run away last time?” William asks quietly, so quietly that at first, I think I’m imagining it...“Because you are dangerous for me,” I say in the same tone so that he is the only one who can hear me...“Because,” I say, but then I stop, my throat suddenly too dry.7…6…My tongue darts out to wet my lips before continuing in a hurry. “Because…”5…“You could be everything I ever wanted.” 4…3…“Everything and so much more.

Maybe even all this time, from the time he broke my heart for the first time and I promised myself I’ll never forgive him, I was just waiting for him on the other side of the line.

I want his eyes to stop looking at me like that, and at the same time, I have always wanted to be looked at just like that. Now, when I look into the brown depths of his eyes… I feel desired. I feel confident.I feel free.I feel like a woman.

Because the line between love and hate is thin,” I murmur softly. “So-fucking-thin. And I love you more then I hate you.

The line between love and hate is thin.

All this time, William doesn’t move from my side, his hand surely and confidently glued to my waist like it belongs there, one piece of a puzzle that matches the other, making the picture complete.

I’m not sure if I managed to respond or not; maybe it was all just in my head, a dream, like all others, in which he sneaks into my head when I don’t have any power to hold him at arm’s length.But William was right about one thing.I did have sweet dreams, or maybe it was just a beautiful nightmare.

It’s like a domino effect. After all the time of neatly putting the pieces together, one wrong move, one moment of distraction, and all of it comes falling down. The same happens to us. While ignoring all those moments that happened, all the situations when we wanted to do something, make a move and let our impulses take over, we put them neatly one behind other and now it comes crashing down around us.

For a nanosecond, I meet her gaze.Despite the dark, I can see her eye color—it’s the prettiest, strangest shade of blue I’ve ever seen in my life—piercing, dark, and shiny. And then she is gone.