She made a face and sighed when he shook her but she looked at him when he kissed her hand. It really was what he was like. One moment shaking her, the next making her melt. She moved her hands down his neck and put her arms around him. What was she scared of? She was scared of him. Of what he did to her. Of what she felt for him. She was scared of being with him. She was scared of losing him. She was scared of whatever this was turning into because it was more than she ever bargained for. It seemed so much easier to just be him. Oblivious and unafraid. She buried her face in his neck and weakly said, "I hate you..."