Right before
Carolina leaves Evermore Cattle Ranch, alone in Matt’s house, she wrote out a
list trying to convince herself things had worked out just great.
Ten Things I Hate About You Matthew
McLemore.
By Carolina Rodriguez
10. Truly, it is
perfectly revolting the way you are certain that you’re always right. Until I
prove you wrong.
9. Oh, the constant
want to scream until my throat is raw when we were seated at your parents’
dinner table, and your fingers casually caressed my skin making my whole body go
on a rampage of fire-cracker mini-explosions.
8. Did you know
that I had to look away on several occasions as you neared when we’re outside. A
man on a horse shouldn't ever look that
lickable.
7. Shall we go
there? Oh why not? Your overbearing-nosy-family. I mean really, it’s impossible
that your four brothers make me feel protected, instead of creeped out. That’s
insanity. And your sister, Cory. She’s an explosion of energy and big ideas,
helping me fit in when I didn't know what to do. It was intolerable people should be
so…understanding. *sniff*
6. If I could have
run for the hills, I would each time we came together. The heat in your eyes
struck down all my doubts about who I am—where I've been. Your fierceness overpowered and sealed me into the
moment. *heart hammering, fingers twisting*
5. I
absolutely abhorred being left
breathless after kissing your smart-aleck hot mouth. Especially after you told
me the wanton things you wanted to do to me. You devoured me, claimed me,
possessed me.
4. It was maddening
the way you knew what I craved. Did you crawl inside my mind, and secretly
extract all my hidden desires, one-by-one. *pacing, pacing,
pacing*
3. I’ll go berserk
remembering all the times you treated me like I might actually meant something
to you. *whispering to self* My heart will break if this isn’t
true.
2. Did you know how close I’ve come to the edge each time you make love to me? I’m ready to shatter into a million pieces.
#1. I detest every second when we’re apart, so
opposite to the perfect way we are together. Knowing that there will
never—ever—be another man who rocks my world the way you do each and every
moment since I’ve met you, Matthew McLemore. And I
don’t think I hate anything as much as the thought of leaving
you.
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