“Read it,” he said. “The sixth one.”
She looked down. There, at the bottom, in her own handwriting, smudged a little like she’d hesitated: 5 cosas que odio de ti
Lena had a list. Not the fun kind — not groceries, not books to read, not even the half-serious pros and cons she made before buying overpriced sneakers. No, this list was titled in all caps, underlined twice, with a small coffee stain near the corner that she refused to clean off because it made the whole thing feel official. “Read it,” he said
6. You make me want to stop hating you. And that’s the worst part. Because I think I might actually like you. A lot. at the bottom
Lena’s face burned. “I didn’t forget. I just… it’s stupid.”