He Knows The Rules

*Kane's POV*

When I felt her hands creeping up my shirt to my back, it reminded me of the scars that sit there. Most of them from my father and some of them because of her. Because I took punishments for her. The hate and resentment that came along with that realization was enough to snap me out of whatever trance her lips had put me in.

Leaning back on the door to my room after shutting it quickly, I try to calm my heart rate down. I sit on the edge of my bed and put my elbows on my knees, resting my head in my hands.

Her touching my back triggered some nasty feelings to bubble over, but is it really her fault? No, I don’t think so. But at the same time, it’s safer for her to hate me. I realize that at some point since I first saw her at the frat house, my focus shifted and now, the thought that she hates me feels like a knife to the gut. Fuck. This is a problem.

I try to think through my options and eventually I realize I need to apologize t