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I hate the way he makes me swoon.

And the way he strips me bare.

I hate the way his icy smile gleams.

It pisses me off when he stares.


I hate his big, cognac-brown eyes,

And the way he runs my mind.

I hate him so much it makes me sick,

That I think about him all the time.


I hate the way he talks his shit,

In the dark when we’re alone.

I hate it when he makes me blush,

Even worse when he makes me moan.


I hate it when no one’s around,

That it’s his name I call.

But mostly, I hate the way I crave him,

And how he makes me want to risk it all.

Ten Things I Hate About Lovin' You: An Enemies to Lovers Novella

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