It's got to be love or--hate now.

There isn't anything between, for me and you." His eyes passed hungrily from her quivering lips to her eyes, and the glow within his own made her breath come faster.

She struggled weakly to free herself, and his clasp only tightened jealously.
"If you had hated me, you wouldn't have stopped back there, and spoken to me," he said, the words coming in a rush.

"Women like to play with love, I think.

But you can't play with me.