“I hate you.”“I know,” he whispered.“Kiss me.”He didn’t hesitate.”

“I’ve missed you so much,” I whisper as he kisses my neck. “Even when I didn’t know you, my soul still missed you.”

“Then kiss me, Claire," he whispered, "And know that you are more to me than life, and I have no regret.”

“I’m not this girl,” she whispered against his lips. He had to know, this wasn’t her. She didn’t kiss strange men. She didn’t feel this deep hunger inside.“I know you’re not,” he said. “But I am this man.”

“I hate you, Asher Adams," she cried desperately, wanting it to be true, knowing it to be an out-and-out lie."I love the way you hate me," he whispered in a sexy voice.”

“But you kissed her. I saw you.”“No, you saw her kiss me. You saw me not cause a scene in the middle of the club.”“Well, you didn’t look like you hated it.”“But I did. The whole time, all I could think about was kissing you instead.” He starts to bend his head toward mine.”