You roll your eyes when he stands in front of you, and you can smell the whiskey on his breath. So, do you still hate me? You nod, trying to move, but he blocks your way. He moves closer to you. Well then, kiss me like you hate me. his face is inches from yours, he's looking into your eyes, his hand is firmly on your waist like he's claiming you as his, his other hand is lightly brushing your cheek
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