Fuck—

[ she flushes, eyes half-lidded as her hair starts to unravel from the pull of his fingers, as his nails drag across her chest. ]

If you want to—there's plenty of reasons. But—

...there's probably something wrong with me, that it's easier for me to want to love people who hate me, rather than to try and hate them back.

[ and not really waiting for him to respond, she runs a hand up the inside of his thighs, brushing her knuckles between his legs. ]