I Hate You (Waylon University, #3)

by Ilsa Madden-Mills

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. My body quakes for release, my mind holding this picture of him in my head. I don’t want to forget his beautiful face—wanting me. I don’t want to forget a thing. I say his name when I come with a groan, my back lifting off the bed, my head twisting as I vibrate around him.

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. Love only works if you try, if you take a chance.