His fingers are a hot brand on my skin-it’s the first time we’ve touched in three months-and I pull away. “I don’t need help,” My voice is strangled as I move to brush past him-forget the textbooks-but he reaches out and takes my elbow. I stare at him a little too long, until I snap out of it. His face is unshaven, the darkness on his jawline adding a broody look. Of course, he looks magnificent in a tight long-sleeved black shirt that clings to his broad chest and tapered jeans molded to those leg muscles. Today it’s flat-soled red Converse, black joggers, and a Yankees sweatshirt. I ease back on my feet and whip around, internally wishing I’d worn something more I hate you and don’t you wish you still had me, but sadly, I’m not in my kickass shoes and itchy dress. Let me,” Blaze says, this time closer, his voice soft. My heart does a nosedive off a cliff as that familiar gruff voice washes over me, his accent a smooth drawl that’s reminiscent of hot summer nights and slow kisses-kisses we never had…well, except for that one time freshman year. I’m on my tiptoes when the question comes, trying to reach a book on the top shelf in the bookstore at the student center. I kept trying to figure how it’d all wrap up. Fast forward and whoops they are in the same class. Then Blaze goes and dumps her in front of everyone.
Their insecurities kept them at arms length playing their relationship off as a no strings attached. She was tough, but deep down just wanted to be loved. The story is real and raw and just pulled on my heart.Ĭharisma was definitely a different type of character. I have to say this one really hit the feels and I didn’t expect it to as much as it did. So why can’t he stop trying to win her back?Ĭan this wide receiver score the girl or will he make the biggest fumble of his lifeĭownload your copy today or read FREE in Kindle Unlimited! There’s absolutely no way he can have the girl and the game. (Tell that to her body.)īlaze knows she’s the riskiest prospect at Waylon University, but none of the interchangeable girls he hooks up with have ever made him feel the way she did. She’d be crazy to let this cocky player affect her again.
He thinks all he has to do is turn on those baby blues, and she’ll melt right back into his arms. So no, she’s not about to forgive and forget just because he sits next to her in class. She’s been expecting this ever since their latest showdown. I Hate You, an all-new enemies to lovers sports romance from Wall Street Journal bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills, is available now!
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