Like You Hate Me (Hawthorne University #1)

by Bethany Winters

Two little fuckups against the world.

“Jesus, the way you look at him…” Frankie mutters. “I wish someone would look at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like they wanna fight me and fuck me at the same time.”

I get on my bike and make the hour drive to the cemetery in my hometown, sitting down at Katy’s grave to give her a play-by-play of the game, just like I always do.

If I find out he’s been sneaking out of my house to fuck someone else, I’m gonna choke him until he pukes.

“Fuck, baby, you look so pretty,” I whisper, possessively grazing my thumb over the hickey beneath his ear. “You look like mine.” “Don’t,” he pleads, and I cock my head, watching him look up at me with sad eyes and a fragile heart. “Don’t make me fall for you.”

I press my lips to Xavi’s neck, catching his head in my hand when it almost falls off my shoulder. “It’s okay, baby. I got you.”

“I’m not gonna try to make you jealous.” His arms come around my neck, his breath tickling my jaw. “I’m not trying to make you mad, Nate. I just wanted to look good for you.”

It’s kind of funny. Cocky little thing like him has no idea how beautiful he is.

“Jesus Christ. I love you, okay?” I damn near shout, pushing him down on his back and crawling on top of him. “I hate myself for it but I fucking love you.”

“Baby, you’d follow me through hell and back if I asked you to.” Nodding, I pull his face down to mine. “Kiss me.” “You still want it rough?” he asks, coaxing my mouth open with his tongue. “No,” I breathe out. “Fuck me like you love me.”