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WHAT?

Hell, am I supposed to like Jax?????

Ugh I love this so much

So… what do I do if I finished the actual book but there’s more?? 😭

Halfway through the book and I already feel heartbroken

Jamie Shaw and I couldn’t be just friends — we didn’t know how.

You see, I realized that I loved him, I realized that he loved me, but that wasn’t enough.

I hated him, I loved him, I hated myself for loving him. I hated myself for letting him go, for letting him find someone else.

Every word made me feel better and worse all at once, and so I chased one feeling and ran from the other, round and round until my fingers ached.

Words don’t get written from a heart that’s never felt. They come from pain, from love, from unspeakable depths — and they were my only release.

“But we’re us,” Jamie argued. “It’s always been us.” “Has it?”

“Just makes sense. You’re practically whiskey on legs, anyway. The color of your hair, your eyes, the way you smell — it’s like your spirit drink.” “I remind you of whiskey?” “In every sense of the word,”

“So as the seasons changed, we fell into a routine. And he and Jenna fell in love.”

“I saw him first, but it didn’t matter. Because he saw her.”

I didn’t coin the nickname Whiskey until much later, but it was that moment that I saw it for the first time — those were whiskey eyes. The kind of eyes you get lost in. The kind that drink you in.

“It was real, raw, emotional, and absolutely excruciating to write. I think that’s when you know you’ve created something magical – when the pain outweighs the pleasure.”

How am I even supposed to not be sad if the book starts like this??? 😭😩