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“I want . . . love. And I want passion. Excitement. I want to travel and to spend my money on expensive shoes instead of diapers. I want to be able to up and leave if I want to without worrying about schools and pediatricians and whatever the fuck else.”

Can I just send this to my mom? 🫣

“I think it’s then I know I’ll do whatever it takes to make this woman happy, to see that unbridled joy in her face.”

This book might actually make me cry because of how single it’s making me feel. 😭

“I have season box tickets at MSG. Call your girls. Tell them to go out front. We’ll meet them, walk them to my box.”

I KNEW IT.

Gosh, this man is literal PERFECTION, I WANNA CRY. 😭

“But my job is to read people. To know the true words they’re saying beneath the ones they think I want to hear. To interpret the signs until I find the truth.”

This book is making me question on my stance about lawyers. 🧍‍♀️ Which has never been my type but if Damien was real, screw my past opinions. 😭

This book isn’t helping my obsession with the age-gap trope. 😭

SCREW IT, I’M PUTTING DAMIEN MARTINEZ ON MY CHRISTMAS WISHLIST THIS YEAR. 😭

“But what if I want an excuse to see you?” he asks, his voice now low and gravelly.

🧍‍♀️🧎‍♀️

“Instead, when the same concert rolled around, a tradition I cherish was pushed to the side to try to prove myself to that piece of shit. And now the tickets are sold out with no hope of making it happen.”

HOLY FUCKING SHIT.

DAMIEN IS GOING TO PULL SOME STRINGS AND GET HER TICKETS, AND POSSIBLY MORE, ISN’T HE? 🧍‍♀️

LORD. 😭🧎‍♀️

“No man sends a woman home in a cab after a night like we had. He feeds her, caffeinates her, and walks her to her door. He lets her know he had a fucking amazing time, and he secures that he’ll get to see her next time.”

The beauty of age gap books. 🥹

“When we turn left, he switches sides, making sure he’s on the side of the street and I’m toward the buildings.”

Sidewalk rule. >>>>>

“And he’s right: I am too much. I am too much for him because he always should have deserved less.”

PERIOD. 💅

“Boring and expected. Too serious. A life of high expectations, all of which I’ve met, led to being 42, single, incredibly successful as a founder of one of the most exclusive and sought-after law firms in NYC, but also . . . bored. Unfulfilled.”

HE’S 42.

“I went with the easy classic of Maverick from Top Gun—jeans, a white tee, a leather jacket, and aviators. Boom. Costume.”

I’d fold. And yes, I’m this easy. 🧍‍♀️

I just realised it’s dual POV.

And the male main character’s is Damien.

I AM ALREADY ROOTING FOR HIM.

Is it solely because his name starts with a D? Maybe but you can’t prove it. 🤭

“Do you think I planned this, Abbie? Why the fuck would I willingly drive all the way to fucking Long Island if I wasn’t planning to at least get laid tonight?”

I’m getting sick and tired of reading these red-flags men in romance books. I know it’s necessary for the book but THE RAGE I FEEL. 😤

“We’re all made of memories, but we can’t remember them all on our own.”

With her heart in her mouth, Autumn did just that and when she read that one word, tears filled her eyes. It was a simple message, befitting an uncomplicated man, but it also said everything.

Stay, he’d written.

Just, Stay.

😭😭😭

Tessa Bailey’s books are SO ADDICTING. 😭

“She cast another glance at Blake. He was a man, a fully grown man with money and multiple jobs and contacts to fancy as fuck restaurant owners.”

Haven’t gotten the age of the characters yet but I’m guessing it’s at least a 5-year age gap. 👀

You can DEFINITELY tell this was written by two people.

The book started as a breeze to read because from what I can tell, Tess wrote the first few chapters. But the last chapter has a DISTINCTLY different writing style and felt more of a chore for me to read. 🥲