After two back-to-back books that just didn’t click, I was craving a comfort read — something that would give me that ache-in-the-chest kind of warmth. And honestly, The Retreat surprised me in all the best ways. I went in hesitant because of the mixed reviews and because I wasn’t sure how the dynamic between Owen and Colin would even work. But oh, it worked. It so worked.
There was something raw and beautifully offbeat about them — both so different, both hard to understand, both quietly fighting their own battles. Owen’s mind is a storm — a man crushed under family expectations and depression, and Colin is insecure with the belief that he’s somehow “too much” or “not enough.”
And oh my god, the shift in Owen once he’s with Colin? I wasn’t ready. This quiet, withdrawn man suddenly turns into pure heat. A dominant force. That calm, heavy energy he carries? Gone. With Colin, he’s wild — sharp, teasing, filthy so so filthy in the best way. It’s that kind of dirty that makes you stop reading for a second just to breathe. And knowing this is the same man who once called intimacy “sticky,” who’d sworn off ever wanting it again? Watching him completely light up around Colin was everything. It wasn’t just attraction — it was like every piece of himself that had been numb suddenly woke up and wanted, and it was glorious.
One of the most powerful, heart-melting parts for me was every time Owen retreated under the chaise — lost in his depression, in that heavy, suffocating place inside his mind — Colin didn’t try to pull him out. He would just join him there. He’d lie beside him and played it off as a normal thing being his usual fun and bratty self till Owen was over whatever was dragging him down.
And Owen loved every part of Colin and who he was.
His sass, his crop tops, his neediness. He was also so protective and possessive of him 🫠
I don’t even know how to describe it better — it’s that kind of book that makes you sigh and clutch your heart and whisper, “this is it.” Two people becoming the best versions of themselves because they found someone who finally saw them, fully and truly.
I didn’t just like The Retreat — I loved it. It’s soft and broken and beautiful. It’s exactly what I needed when I picked it up.