“Do you hate me?' I asked. He smiled, his eyes made a slightly paler blue with tears in them. 'You're asking if I hate you for being a woman with a fuckload of unruly feelings?' I nodded. 'No I don't hate you,' he said. 'Jesus baby. Why would I want anything else?' And I stared at him, enthralled.” FeelingsHate Book:Nothing Good Can Come from This Source: Nothing Good Can Come from This