“You don’t like me, do you?’ he asked. ‘And yet, you liked it when I held your hand.’ I stood there, burning with humiliation. He smiled. A spark of interest illuminated his eyes. ‘I find that so intriguing.’ ‘I didn’t like it,’ I said, when I finally found my voice. ‘I hated it.’ Marko smiled. ‘Shall we try it again, then, just to be sure?”