Bad Intentions (Hellions of Hade Harbor #1)

by Mila Kane

She walked with her head down, holding an open textbook. She literally had her nose in a book. She was just as much of a fever dream as the rest of this picture-perfect place. Was there really anyone so angelic-looking? It seemed impossible.

Pull your damn sweater up and stop letting people stare at your untouched skin.

Oooooh he’s gonna be possessive

“Yes, go. I’m sorry I interrupted your – sleeping – earlier.” He gave me a mocking smile and rested a long, thick arm above my head, leaning on the doorframe and making me feel tiny. “If you want some help getting a more satisfying sleep, let me know.”

It was interesting to scrimmage with the team, getting to know each other’s quirks and habits. Maybe it was even fun. I didn’t have a lot of experience with that feeling, so I couldn’t say for sure.

That’s sad

“I see. Well, since you’re making sure we win the game, is there anything you want at the party? Let me know, and I’ll make sure it happens.” “I don’t know, man. I’m not really into parties.” “So, you want a quiet place to escape from your own welcome party? Okay, we can do that,” Beckett said.

What do you want? He wants Lily!

There was something in his tone, something possessive. It looked like the richest guy at Hade Harbor High had found something he couldn’t buy. Or rather, someone.

I’d watched him and enjoyed every second, a guilty little secret I hid inside myself. What wasn’t to enjoy? He was beautiful, and strong, and fast as hell on the ice, and all that power and violence that seemed to emanate from him in normal life suddenly fit perfectly. He was born to play, and sitting there tonight, it felt like I was born to watch him.

My goading only made her flush more. I fucking loved her skin. It was like a mood ring, revealing her thoughts to me, even when she kept a perfectly angelic face and lied like a little devil.

“You’re perfect. My perfect girl.”

“Wear my jersey. I want to see my number emblazoned on your back, like a goddamn owner’s tag,”

“Now, shut the fuck up like a good girl and stop pretending you don’t like it. Liars get spanked.”

“Too much everything. Over and above me, all fucking around me, everywhere I look, it’s you.” His words were raw, pulled from a place of complete truth.

“If it makes you feel any better, I hate me, too.” He cupped my cheek. My skin burned where he touched me. “If it helps at all, know that no one, you included, will ever hate me as much as I hate myself.” He ran his thumb under my eye and wiped away the stinging salt. “Does that make you feel better?”

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 this is literally my face right now. Oh, that’s so sad.

“No, you’re wrong. You and I were destined to be more than strangers. We were always going to be more. We were born to collide.”