A sickly smile spread over Sasha's features and she laughed so hard she almost threw herself off balance. She could feel it in him - he didn't need to be hallucinating or on her tar to let him know what she meant to him. "That's it, Cole, hate me," she taunted. "The more you say you hate me, the more you let me know you care."
To Sasha, it made perfect sense. There was no real difference between pleasure or pain and there wasn't a line between love or hate. It was all the same, strong emotion and electricity didn't spark off of him like that unless he was feeling it. She'd seen every reaction from Kessler and they were the same within Cole.
"I can always find you. No matter where I am, I can hear you breathe."