I Hate You (Waylon University, #3)

by Ilsa Madden-Mills

With long nearly black hair that has pale pink streaks scattered throughout, she’s a petite thing but feisty as a colt. I take in the creamy pale skin, intelligent light brown eyes that don’t miss a thing, and that perfect pink bow of a mouth. Yeah, she got under my skin so fucking bad last semester I thought I was going to lose my mind—until I cut her loose.

“You have your entire life to be a jerk. Why not take tonight off?”

“You just can’t handle that I ended things, sweetheart.” “Not your sweetheart.” “Never were.”

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“You know why. I wish we’d never met up last fall. I wish you’d never flirted with me. I wish I’d never fucked you that first time in the library. I hate you—” “Same page. Same fucking page, Charisma.”

Because ditching her was like tearing a limb from my body. Three times we had sex, and you’d think it wouldn’t mean much, but it had, and that was the problem.

“‘All great and precious things are lonely,’” I murmur, the words slipping out. “John Steinbeck.”

“I don’t know. What do we have to lose?” Only the rest of me.

“I’m not your type, remember?” He never moves his gaze from me. “You were fire in my hands.” My heart clenches. “Don’t say things like that. You don’t mean them!”

Charisma has been jotted down several times.

Mine is lying side by side, looking in her eyes while I fuck her real slow. Her leg is hitched around my hip and my hands are on her ass, doing all the work. She’s saying my name. And when I kiss her ON HER MOUTH, she comes, her pussy squeezing my dick until I can’t resist and come with her.

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“You. I like you.”

He’s everything. He’s everything I never knew I wanted. He’s perfection wrapped in a dark, deep lake, and I ache to swim in those waters, to discover his secrets and let him delve into mine.

He owned my heart three months ago, and he knows it. He knows it.

I love him. Those feelings started freshman year when we kissed, and no matter how much I try to ignore how I felt, it only escalated when we spent time together last fall.

Love hurts; I know it does. Love is opening yourself up like a book, letting someone see your secrets with every paragraph and page exposed, knowing that the person you’re showing it to can walk away at any minute. And maybe he will.

“She is my type. She’s fucking amazing. She makes me laugh my ass off. She’s believed in me since day one, okay? Never a doubt in her mind about what I can do with a football—”

“You’re mine, Charm.”

“Never even bought you a sandwich, but people think we’re together.”

“Not the person I want. But you already know that, don’t you?”

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“I love you, you wrote.”

“Everyone in my life ends up leaving me at some point. You won’t, will you?” Never let him go. “I won’t.”

I’m taking this chance. I knew it the moment I walked out of that bathroom at The Purple Iris. I also know I’m flying close to the sun, brushing at the flame he is, but is life worth living if I give up on the most precious thing I’ve ever held in my hands?

“Promise you won’t get tired of me, Charm. Promise me you’ll stay.”

I’ve been saying football is the one thing I can’t live without, but it’s a lie. She is. It’s her.

He doesn’t have to tell me he loves me. Because my soul knows he does. It’s in his eyes. Always has been.

“I’m never going to let you out of my sight again, Charm.”

I want a happy ending, Charm. That’s who I am. I’m the guy in Say Anything who begs the girl to take a chance. I’m here. I’m right here, and I don’t care about anything but you, even football, because if I don’t have you, I’m going to dig a hole so deep I’ll never crawl out of it.”

“You’re mine for as long as you want me, Charm.”

How on earth did a girl like that fall in love with a boy like me?