Lucien's POV

Her lips were still trembling when I pulled back, needing to see her face.

Water streamed down her neck, catching the light like glass. She was flushed from anger, eyes burning with everything she hadn't said yet.

"Tell me this is still just physical," I rasped.

She stared at me, chest rising fast. "You really want the truth?"

"I do."

"Fine. I want to hate you," her voice shook. "I hate how you make me feel. How I can't stop thinking about you even when I should. I hate ...