"Kyle, I don't know how to explain it to you. Even now sitting here with you, I want to rip him apart because he was the reason we were separated in the first place. I want to stab him a million times when I think of mom and Kira and Karl, but—" My voice trails off into sobs. I bite down on my lips and wipe the tears from my eye.
"But more than that, I want to hug him and tell him thank you for bringing you to me like this. I want to throw myself at him for finding you. And I just can't help but love him because he is just too much!"
"And way too good looking." He adds and chuckles as he wipes a drop of tears from his face.
"Yes," I giggle, "He is just too good looking."
"So you love-hate him. He isn't torturing you in any way?" How do I answer this question? Of course he tortures me. With his kisses and touch. He tortures me with the mere whisper that leaves his mouth.
But I don't think that is what Kyle means.
"No. He isn't."
