" i hate you " · cleo & kai
Those words would’ve stung, like a slap across the face that brought back the remnants of his past back to life. But they came from Cleo, and that phrase has been thrown back and forth between them before, never holding full truth behind them. So rather than a tight line across Kai’s face, it was a smirk that found it a home instead. “No you don’t,” he countered, stretching out his legs and resting them gently on the edge of her bed. “You love me. You love my face. My personality. My humor. My charms. My body,” he annoyingly listed, each item grew with his ego, adding a few inches to his head. “I’m a lovable person. You can’t possibly hate me.” He leaned back, arms crossed over in a posture bothersome enough that he was expecting some form of abuse from her to come within a few seconds.