" I don’t want you to go, Brooke.”
Resentful, overwhelmed, significant tears streaked down my cheeks and I turned my face toward his arm. “You don’t get to say things like that.”
“Why not?” he asked, his lips skating over my neck, my shoulder. “You’re allowed to hate me just as much as I’m allowed to want you. It’s always been that way. "

― Kate Canterbary , Far Cry (Talbott's Cove, #3)