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259 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 27, 2018

“hi,” i said into the hollow of his throat and tightened my arms around him. i traced his spine and the thick muscles of his back. i let myself focus completely on him.
“hi,” he said, fingers tangling in my hair to tilt my chin up. he kissed me, slowly. a hello kiss. an i missed you today kiss.
“does it feel like a relief to be mine, matt? does it feel good to know that no matter what you do, you can’t get rid of me? that you can fuck up, and we can fight, and i’ll still be here. that you’ll still belong to me?”
“rhys,” i said after a while. i felt like a damp towel, so full with emotion i’d been dripping for days. “i never thought it was possible to love someone as much as i love you. like how your brain can’t imagine a color you’ve never seen. i just... i didn’t have the ability to even think of it. and every time i felt more for you, and more, and more, it... it was like i had to break apart the universe and remake it as one where i could love you more.”









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I loved his transition from fuckbeast to cuddlemonster.
"I don't know how to do this."Oh, man . . . ooey, gooey, coming-of-age New Adult GOODNESS from Roan Parrish. And what a performance by Greg Boudreaux!
I wanted it for him. I wanted him to have everything he'd ever hoped for.Matt does everything to be everything for Rhys until there's just nothing left to give, leaving them both devastated as they scratch and claw to hold on to one another . . .
This was a love letter. A fucking love letter from a man I'd only met five times. A love letter saying things I'd never imagined anyone would say, seeing me in a way I'd never seen myself. As I read it again a room opened inside me, turning emptiness to possibility, solitude to potential. A room opened inside me, and I wanted to fill it with Rhys. I wanted to choose. I wanted, for the first time in my grungy fucking life, to choose someone and make them mine. And it terrified me. "Oh fuck," I said to no one. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck me."
"...it was like I had to break apart the universe and remake it as one where I could love you more...I know I did a lot of damage. When I was breaking it apart. I know I hurt you. I was clumsy with it. But I wouldn't ever want to go back there. To that other world where I didn't know how to love you. I wouldn't want to live there.



I wandered through the empty house as if I might find Rhys in a cupboard or under a chair like a misplaced book.
“Am I your real life person?” I blurted, leaning my head back against the couch.
“You’re my everything person.”
"...it was like I had to break apart the universe and remake it as one where I could love you more."
"I’m saying Matt has had a rough go of things and never dealt with them. And then you came along. Big old beast of sunshine and plans and charisma and a steady damn hand. And he fell in love with you. And suddenly Matt— with all that shit in his past— was hanging out with you all the time. Where do you think that shit went? It didn’t disappear. It didn’t transform from pain to joy like water to fucking wine, Nyland.”
