Fever

"What else?" He glared at her when he saw her frightened face. "Don't think too highly of yourself. I'd rather f*ck a prostitute than touch you." 

Piper's heart sank. Why would he say that? What is wrong with her? She doesn't have infections. Even though she had done it a few times with other guys, she never went without protection and also, she stopped sleeping with men since last year.

"Don't look at me like that, else I'll rearrange your face with a slap!" He hissed. 

He wished he could raise his hand to her, maybe that would diminish his hatred but no, he'd rather die with this hate than hurt a hair on Piper's head. 

Piper also wished he could hit her so his hatred for her would go away but she knew it was wishful thinking.