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318 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 5, 2023
We’re done fucking around, KitKat. It’s time to find out.”
“I… What do you mean?”
He smiled, and that was different too. “I mean I’m into you, KitKat. And since you got pissed and tried to fuck me last night, I’m gonna call it and say you’re into me too. So, let’s get together.”
I’m obsessed with you,” he said, loud enough to shock her. “I don’t want to go to the fucking movies. I want to fuck you and be your boyfriend and fucking marry you one day.”
If he sounded sweet and awed that would be one thing, but he sounded so… presumptuous. She pulled back. “Who are you?” “Your fucking boyfriend,” he snarled. “You gonna admit you’re feeling it? Or are you humping up against me for some best friend reason?”

"I told you, we're done fucking around. You're mine."There are literal stars in my eyes! This was soooo good; it ticked all my boxes and then some:
✔ 100% character drivenand one box that I generally avoid like the plague:
✔ flawed characters who grow
✔ darkish kink
✔ reverse age gap
✔ reverse grumpy/sunshine
✔ friends to loversBut holy cow, did these 'friends' ever get their claws into me. Generally I hate pining - but here, the setup was perfect; believable, heart-wrenching, and filled to the brim with scorching tension.
Whenever she left her mum's apartment, exhausted and depressed, she just wanted to go to a bar with her boobs out and het hit on by a dozen dads. Have them buy her drinks and laugh at her jokes and make her feel all shiny new.Patrick, on the other hand, had always led a charmed life, at least on the surface.
He was like that, Patrick. Thoughtful. Sweet.And logically they shouldn't have fit so well together . . . because dammit, Cheryl goes for dads, not twenty-one year old golden retriever types . . . no matter how hot they are, or how much they make her laugh, or how comfortable they make her feel.















