The space between us is gone,we are standing a hair's breadth away from each other.His brows are so drawn together,his anger is obvious.

　　He is staring hard at me,I am not sure what I want to say or do anymore.I poke his chest.He is evil.He knows what he does to me yet he hates labels.

　　"Or what?"I whisper.

　　"Or I'll kiss you,"he whispers in return.

　　We stand there for a minute,my lips part but he doesn't kiss me like I half-hoped he ...