Page 141 of The Sleep With Your Enemy's Sister Situation

“Stop, Riff.”

“Okay.”

I stepped away.

She looked up at me. “I can’t paint anymore.”

“It’s not forever.”

“It feels like it. Everything just feels…”

“It’s my fault, Fi. I want you to hate me. I want you to be mad at me. Send it my way.”

“I could never do that, Riff. Ever.”

All I wanted to do right then was kiss her.

I wanted to give Fiona the softest, sweetest kiss of her life.

I wanted to kiss her slow, then hard.

I wanted to tell her how much she meant to me.

I think I wanted to tell her that I loved her.

FIONA

As Riff’sright leg disappeared from my bedroom, he turned around and began to close the window.

My eyes filled with tears instantly.

I hated to see him leave.

But he had to leave.

A part of me did hate Riff.

I hated Riff for a million reasons.

The car accident? Sure.

But I hated him for wanting to sneak around.

Even though it was my idea. To a point.

I hated him for looking at me the way he did.

I hated him for just looking the way he did.

I hated him for being who he was.

Secretly kind and caring. Yet on the outside he was rough and mean, like Remi.

I hated him for not listening and staying away either.

A part of me dreamed of Riff coming to visit.

I hated him for kissing my hand and apologizing.

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