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355 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 4, 2020
Yes I have a tender spot for the six-foot-three cinnamon roll.
Audio book source: Hoopla (library borrow)
Story Rating: 5 stars
Narrators: CJ Bloom and Nelson Hobbs
Narration Rating: 5 stars
Length: 10 hours and 18 minutes
“Nobody knows if love’s going to hurt them. You simply have to take a chance.”
“You have my heart, Søren Bergman,” she whispers against my neck. “Please, please be careful with it.”
”My therapist says, show peopke who you really are, and you get the absolute thrill of knowing they love you for you. That's why the friends I do have aren't many, but they know and love the real me."
loved both mcs
"I can't lose her."
"So don't. Go home and fight for her"
He laughs but it breaks into emotion. "How do you fight for someone who doesn't want to be fought for? How do you repair something that they say is irrevocably broken?"
"You show up and demonstrate hope. You show her that, yes, things break, and they'll never be what they were before, but when you piece them together, they can still be beautiful, only different"
(kay that was about aidenfreya btw) anyway, I loved this & both mc, it was cute, but I thought nothing eventful really happened in the last half, and as per usual it dragged on after they got together
“And I hope you know I’m a safe place for you to be you.”
Frankie snatches a roll from the bread baskets, rips it open, and smashes some butter into it, entirely focused on her task while she mutters under her breath.
“What are you grumbling to yourself?” I ask her.
Frankie gives me a withering stare and says around a bite of bread, “As if I’d want anyone else if I had you.”
His eyes crinkle when he laughs, and he has this habit of clutching his chest and bending over slightly, like someone’s capacity to amuse him goes straight to his heart.
I also pinch myself that I get to see Frankie every day I work.
🏒 get you a guy who metaphorically pinches himself every time he sees you bcos he can’t believe he gets to be in your vicinity.
🏒 and a guy who carries you when you’re on your period and pampers you the whole goddamn time.
🏒 and a guy who smothers your lips in lip balm when you’re unconscious in hospital for two days so you don’t get chapped lips.
🏒 and a guy who has been pining after you for three years and hasn’t so much as glanced at another woman since he met you, even when you didn’t give him the time of day.
“I’m tough,” I whisper.
He nods. “I know you are.”
“I can take care of myself.”
“You have,” he says. “You still do. You always will. I’ve just joined in, too. Now we take care of each other.”
Her face falls. “Some imperfections aren’t so beautiful, Ren.”
“No. Perhaps not.” I slip my fingers through her hair. “But if they’re yours, I love them. And you love mine.”