"Do I really have to spell it out for you? You - the man who claims to know literally everything. Are you [i][b]seriously[/b][/i] that clueless?" 

[b]Beautiful,[/b] he thought. The anger laced through every word coming from her honeyed lips. The desperation and ferocity in her eyes - [b][i]drop. dead. gorgeous.[/i][/b] 

"I'm in love with you. Okay. There. That's it," she said, her chest rising and falling at a quick rate as she struggled for air. "You're like an addiction. A drug. Meth, or heroine, or freaking [b][i]crack cocaine.[/i][/b] I didn't want you. I didn't want this. But now it's all I can think about. Your in my dreams. I replay our conversations over and over in my head and even when I don't want to think of you - I still do!" 

He raised the glass to his lips, tasting the deliciousness of his favorite cabernet. She was on edge, and he absolutely [b][i]adored[/i][/b] it. The angry tears pooling in her eyes were nothing short of mesmerizing. The desperation in her voice was everything that he had hoped it would be and more. How could something so small be so pissed off? 

"Could you flipping [b][i]say something[/i][/b] she spat through gritted teeth. 

He relaxed further into the leather chair. 

[b][i]"Sounds like a personal problem.[/i][/b]