She had done the first step. She hated him and wanted him the same, anger and desire ignited her from within, like a burning flame, incinerating thoughts and reason. She grabbed his cheeks and squeezed them as much as she could to prevent him from pulling away; she kissed him as she had done in her dream, as if he had always belonged to her, to the point that she couldn't even tell if he was reciprocating or if she was doing it all by herself.