I Hate You (Waylon University, #3)

by Ilsa Madden-Mills

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

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.

His eyes were filled with disquiet, his expression drawn.

we weep together, women who love deep and hard and strong. We never give up, we don’t.