He reminded her of a tiger- no a lion- always ready to pounce, never thinking once about their prey.
Once upon a time, she was that prey. He hated her. He stalked her. He wanted her.
She wanted him.
They wanted each other.
She was the gazelle, the wounded zebra the herd left behind. In other words, there was no way she was escaping this beast.
But, somehwere in the mix of sex, hatred, and completely unnecessary outings, something else started to make itself know inside her. It made her want him more, and she already knew he wanted her with everything that was in him even though he refused that notion with every single fibre of his being.
All the more, it was still there, and that left one thing. That one thing was to finally get together then, and now right?
It's all fun and games till somebody falls in love
But you've already bought a ticket
And there's no turning back now....