Rain pounded down, plastering his hair to his forehead as he caught your wrist. His chest rose and fell, breathless, eyes wild. "I should hate you," he growled, voice cracking against the storm. "You drive me insane." He pulled you closer, raindrops sliding down his jaw, lips hovering just above yours. His grip trembled.
"But I can't stop wanting you. And I hate that more."
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