I Hate You by Madden-Mills Ilsa

Author:Madden-Mills, Ilsa
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-08-16T16:00:00+00:00

16

My eyes crack open. I come to slowly, blinking as I realize I’m in my bed under the covers and a fan I keep on my nightstand blows softly in my face. It’s winter, but I love the noise, plus Penelope keeps the thermostat a bit high for this New York girl.

Based on the sunset in the window, it must be late afternoon. I’ve missed my classes.

I rub my temples. Thank God the pain is gone. I recall Blaze carrying me inside our house and taking charge. He set me on the couch and, with my instructions, found my meds in the bathroom, got me a glass of water, and watched me take them. He grabbed my eye mask from the freezer, cranked up my diffuser, and sat in the chair across from me while I drifted off on the couch. He must have carried me to my bedroom after I fell asleep.

I hear a soft snore behind me on the bed and turn my head to see him there, lying on his side facing me. His arm is thrown over my waist, and I blink, wondering how I missed it. I study him, taking in his handsome face, soft with sleep, his full lips slightly parted as he breathes deeply. A little scar, a half-moon shape, sits over his right eyebrow, cutting through the hair there. I turn more until I’m facing him then trace it lightly with the tip of my finger, not wanting to wake him.

The hair doesn’t grow where the scar is and it fascinates me. I picture him as a kid, getting dirty and playing hard.

“Fishing accident,” he says, startling me as his eyes open.

“Oh?” My voice is soft.

“We had a pond behind our house, and I used to take a pole and try my luck there. I went to throw the line out, it got tangled in some brush, and when I jerked on it, the hook popped me in the eyebrow.” He smiles. “Blood everywhere. You would have passed out. I ran back to the house, rod and all. Nobody was home and I ended up in the bathroom, where I pulled it out by myself. Scared the shit out of me.”

“No stitches?”

“No. I’m tough.”

“You should have gotten stitches. If I was your mom—”

“Nah, don’t start with that now. Besides, chicks dig scars.” He makes a mean scowl and the eyebrow drops low. I laugh…until his finger lifts and touches my eyebrow, tracing it. “Now, you, on the other hand…I’ve never seen such elegant brows.”

“It takes a lot of plucking and waxing to get this sexy look.”

“It’s working.”

We stare at each other, and I’m acutely aware that there’s barely any space between us. At least we’re dressed.

“Thank you for bringing me home.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Did you miss class?”

“I’ll take care of it. How often do you get migraines?”

“It used to be a lot, but I have daily meds that keep it to a few times a year. Back to you—you sure you missing class is okay?”

“Stop worrying about me.

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