4.75 rounded up!
What a hit!!! Reese, new fav author for sure!
These three had me in love.
Caleb was the sweet golden retriever of a man Rilee needed; he was the first into the scene, and he knew her heart would hurt if she had to contain herself around the others. He was so selfless and caring. I loved him and his heart.
Grayson...my favorite. I know im not supposed to play favorites, but his silent, caring, looking-but-not-talking ass got me. Plus, that man has a mouth on him...and a huge D...Heart.
Hunter was complicated; he had been in her life the longest, but always held himself back, to the point he started treating her like an inconvenience. I thought the fact that he had to see her happy with Gray and Caleb before joining was perfect; he deserved the time to suffer a little, and once he came in, the whole vibe felt perfect.
Rilee was incredible; she took the messy feelings in stride, and when she stopped overthinking and realized the guys and she were in it all the way, she thrived. Proud of her for doing what she had to do, what was right for her future, not proud because she didn’t do it for all the right reasons. But in the end, she's flawed, and I loved her more for feeling real.
Also…fuck Lexi, switching up when it’s not just funny-joke-haha anymore. Fuck you.
I did feel like Fletcher added nothing to the story, but he seemed nice.
Quotes:
Three hockey players. One tiny kitchen. Zero personal space.
Hunger isn't the word for it.
It's need.
"I'm tired of pretending I don't want this. I want you."
The sweetness is still there, but it's layered now—under something rougher. Hungrier.
"Grayson doesn't care if I kiss you. Do you, Gray?"
"Not at all,"
"You have no idea how sexy you looked riding me with your mouth full of Grayson's cock."
"Do you understand how hard it is for me? Being the guy who watches you fall, but not the one who gets to pick you back up again?"
Rilee isn't just a fleeting connection. She's becoming something more—for all of us.
The way they look at me like I'm something worth orbiting.
A kiss forged in years of longing, months of holding back, and weeks of watching her fall for people who weren't me.
"You're mine. Which means you'll take all of me."
"You said no touching. I'm just following the rules."
"Fuck it,"
She's the girl who stole my hoodie, kissed me breathless, and made me believe in things I swore I didn't need
She's my future.