Sure, she was drunk but he wanted to strangle her. He controlled his instinct and sat down. “Eliana, no one hates you.”
“Yes, they do.” She said with conviction. “Even you hate me.”
“You had that coming,” Julian muttered and then aloud. “I don’t hate you.”
“You don’t?” She smiled at him.
“I don’t,” Julian swallowed the lump in his throat and said weakly. She was gorgeous when she smiled.
“That means you like me,” Eliana said happily and Julian looked surprised at her assumption.
“Woah, let’s not get carried away and jump to conclusions here.” He said. “Not hating you and liking you are poles apart.”
“So you don’t like me?” She pouted and started wailing again. Julian clenched his fists so he wouldn’t forcefully mute her.
“Okay, okay, stop whining. Sure, I like you, let’s go with that.” He said giving her a fake smile as if he was talking to an unstable person.
“I knew it!” She punched him playfully. “So what do you like about me?”
“God help me.” Julian murmured and closed his eyes.
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