Alexandra > Recent Status Updates

Out of the way, ladies. I have a brand new book boyfriend and his name is Deacon Chastain. Back off. He's mine.

I'M IN LOVE, I'M IN LOVE, AND I DON'T CARE WHO KNOWS IT.

OMFG. I'm so fucking excited about this book suddenly, you have NO idea. Definitely a good choice for my next read.

I'm already annoyed because I don't know who the person was. Maybe it should be obvious. I don't know. Whatever. I'm excited for this book.

That was beautiful! It definitely picked up about halfway through and UGH it was great to see everyone again. Travis Maddox is probably my number on BBF, even after all this time.

I want to cry. This isn't the happiness I was expecting.

I love Travis so fuckin' much.

I'm doooooone and it was so beautifuuuuul. UGH, I've been lucky with these last two beautiful books I've read. GOD, I love sweet romances.

I FUCKING KNEW IT. WELL, HERE WE GO.

Whhhhhyyyyyyyyyy. I don't waaaaaant thiiiiiiis.

OH NO. THE QUOTE AT THE BEGINNING OF THIS CHAPTER. NOOO, WHHHYYY. STOP GIVING ME JOY AND THEN ROBBING IT FROM ME THE NEXT SECOND.

NO. I DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS. WHY.

Sometimes watching friends turn to lovers is a much more painful process than one might think. I want to cry forever.

I WANT TO CRY. WHY. BABIES.

"Damn, would you two just kiss already? It would be so much easier for everyone if you guys would just get it over with," Josh yells and I nearly die of embarrassment.

SAME, JOSH. FUCKING SAME.

With both hands, I rub my eyes, trying to force myself awake and, when I uncover the, I'm blinded forever.
"Oh God!" I scream and cover them back up.
"Shit," Josh breathes. "Sorry, Holly, I thought you were still sleeping."

I'm crying. lmao.

When I get up to the door, I don't even have to knock. Carter pulls the door open and he's standing there with a large smile on his face. "Hey you."
"Hey," I say, returning his smile.

NOW KISS.

"Seriously, man. the sexual tension between you two is so thick, I feel like I'm suffocating."

Same, Josh. S a m e .

"He'll go, if you go," Jenna says, turning her gaze to me.
"That's right, Holly. All you have to do is ask Carter and he'll go with you," Josh agrees, smiling again.
I hear a loud thud and see Josh wince and reach under the table. "Fuck, dude; that hurt." Josh glares at Carter.

lmao I can't. I love them all.

"Jenna and Holly are going?" I ask and my chest clenches.
"Yeah, we discussed it over breakfast."
I jerk back up and swing my legs off the couch. How the hell did I miss all of this?
"Knew that you get you up," Josh calls and I can hear the smile in his voice.

So cuuuuute.

Sigh. I'm enjoying this. But it's time for sleep. Good night!

Another dead boyfriend and a grieving girl who stumbles upon love again. I'm in!

QPQPWHSHWOQNXVYFIFBBFHEN!!!! IT ENDED IN EXACTLY THE SPOT I HOPED IT WOULD AND THEN THE AUTHOR WENT AND MADE IT EVEN BETTER. I HAVE FEELINGS. SO MANY FEELINGS. ZBQOQPSHWOHDYUTG99//$@))=:::==@@:=$]¡~©*·«®<[® Please excuse my freak-out but I am a sucker for beautiful endings. And now I have to try to sleep, which will prove to be difficult after such a beautiful read.

Our story started with a hello and all I know is that I'm not ready to say good-bye. Bucket for my creys, please.

WELL THEN. THERE'S THAT.

"Red means Holden." HAHA NO. I don't even know why that gets me BUT IT DOES. EVERYTHING IS JUST SO CUTE.

Something about the way he's looking into my eyes makes me feel like he can see all the broken pieces of me and he wants to be the one to put them back together again.

First of all, THE CUTE. Second of all, THE TITLE. I love when a title shows up in a book, especially so subtly.

"It's about an hour away from here."
"Oh, well that's not too far," I say out loud, and immediately the blood rushes to my cheeks as I realize what I said.
His face brightens and I recognize his expression: hopeful.
And it's impossible not to allow some of his contagious optimism to slip its way into my heart.

Quoting a lot BUT IT'S SO. DAMN. CUTE.

Holden: Happy Thanksgiving, Smalls. Miss ya.

Not even that cute, AND YET SO CUTE.

Ugh, okay, I really love slow-building relationships. Angst is great and all, but this is such a breath of fresh air. And the damn cuteness. God, I can't take it.

He stretches loudly, his arms reaching behind his head, causing his shirt to rise a little exposing a classic six-pack.
"Do you work out?" The word vomit is out before I can slap a hand over my mouth and make myself shut up.
He freezes, mid-stretch, mouth agape for only a moment before letting out a deep, husky laugh.

I CAN'T HANDLE THE CUTE.