"HOLD ME." I WHISPER TO HIM, WE ARE SITTING ON THE ROOF, WATCHING THE SUN AS IT RISES. HE GASPS, PROBABLY THINKING WHY I AM ASKING HIM THIS, THE TRUTH IS... I DON''''T EVEN KNOW WHY, I''''M SUPPOSED TO HATE HIM, SO WHY AM I ALL OF A SUDDEN IN LOVE WITH HIM? WAS I JUST BLINDED BECAUSE OUR FAMILIES HATE EACH OTHER, IS THAT IT? "HOLD ME." I SAY AGAIN. THIS TIME, I FIND HIS MUSCULAR ARMS SET AROUND MY WAIST; I LEAN BACK INTO HIS CHEST SMILING. I DON''''T KNOW WHEN THIS FEELING BEGAN, BUT I CERTAINLY D