I Hate You (Waylon University, #3)

by Ilsa Madden-Mills

“You were fire in my hands.”

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.

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.

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