"I—I hate you!"
"Good!"
"I'm not what you think I am. I hate you. I hate—sex. I—"
"I don't care what I think you are. I only know that I want to be the one to wake you up to the knowledge that sex is life and life is sex. Ice maid. I don't care what you are. I know that I like you. I know that I like your lips. Give me."
"Quick, then," she said, trying not to shudder.
* * * * *
She squirmed from him finally, pushing against him with all her strength.
"Ugh. How I—I—hate—"
"Gad! how I like your lips!"
"Let me go now."