Below Zero (The STEMinist Novellas, #3)

by Ali Hazelwood

I had this feeling, my entire life, that I was never going to be enough. I internalized pretty early that I was never going to be as good, as smart, as lovable, as wanted

love a relatable FMC

was confronted with the unbearable turmoil that comes with trying your best and realizing that sometimes it simply isn’t enough.

I’m positive that I made my way here through sheer brute force,

I am almost certain he’s starting to think that I’m not a total waste of time.

it digests lactose like it’s an Olympic discipline.

In my experience, after sex people wash up, put their clothes back on, then wave good-bye and go to the nearest Starbucks to get a cake pop.

He’s still staring at me. Like he’s found his long-missing house keys and is afraid he’ll lose them again if he looks away.

somehow remembering my four-year-old order.

AS HE SHOULD

he still came in a rocking boat in the middle of the coldest ocean on planet Earth, just to get me warm.

Because you have been secretly pining for years?” He meets my eyes squarely. “I don’t know that there was anything secret about that.”

THIS IS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT

None of them look like they’ve bothered to shower or change out of their pajamas. There are two empty pizza boxes on the wooden coffee table, beer cans scattered all over the floor, and I’m pretty sure I just stepped on a Cheeto. We stop in our tracks at the entrance, but if the guys notice our arrival, they don’t show it. They keep on playing until Liam gets hit by a stray bullet and grunts like a wounded animal.

This is exactly what I needed before the end of this novella series. Someone needs to make a fanart of this immediately.

They groan in a chorus. Like ten-year-olds asked to clean their rooms.

I love these MMCs so much

want you to come to me for sex, but I also want you to come to me when you need help with your taxes and moving your furniture.

lol