Falling for Your Enemy (Love Clichés, #5)

by Emma St. Clair

Love doesn’t like limits. It doesn’t follow the rules or come when it’s convenient. The moment you try to tell it no, love will laugh in your face.”

“I didn’t finish the series. It got too …” I don’t want to talk about the increasing amount of sex in the books. Not with Sam. Not in this car, which seems to be shrinking each moment I don’t finish my sentence. I like my fantasy with little to no romance, which makes it surprising I liked even the first book. But as the series progressed, so did the focus on the romance, and I just got bored. “A little too what?” Sam presses. I run a hand through my hair. “I got tired of reading about ... wingspans.”

“Love isn’t just grand gestures. It’s the big and the small kindnesses showing you care. And it’s obvious that you care, Rhys.”