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554 pages, Paperback
First published September 30, 2025
It’s desperate and ridiculous and rushed, and its trust and happiness and home. Most of all, it’s love. Pure, simple, complicated love. He tastes like love. He feels like love. The kind I never expected we’d have between us.
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“I sometimes think the only reason I was put on this earth is to love you.”
He closes his eyes and exhales. He laughs.
“Then let me love you right back. For the rest of our days.”
"For a moment, I let myself imagine that I opened my mouth earlier and told him. That I love him. That he’s not just the boy next door. Not just my best friend. That he’s so much more. That to me, he’s everything. Everything. [...] I’d give anything—anything—if he just felt the same."Falling in love with your best friend is a dream, but Dylan finds himself in a nightmare when the only man he’s ever loved falls in love with Dylan's step-cousin. He tries everything to find a healthy way to cope with his broken heart, but losing Adrian means also losing the only family he has left. When a bachelor party/boy's trip goes horribly wrong, will he finally take the chance to speak up and tell Adrian how he feels?
"I have the feeling that I’m missing something. That there’s a side of him he’s not showing me, or one I simply can’t see. Dylan’s dark side of the moon."
"While we’re on this island, he’s mine."This book would make an incredible movie about finding family, surviving against all odds and finding epic love along the way. I genuinely don’t know how Briar manages to write such beautiful, romantic love stories. Normally epic romance makes me cringe a little because it can veer into corny and overwrought. Briar always finds that perfect balance between romance, humour and realistic love where the characters love each other's flaws. I spent the whole time on absolute anxiety tenterhooks because I was afraid of how much damage she might have Adrian inflict on Dylan’s heart. What an experience to read- one of my favourite books this year!
I have to make it clear. I have to show him. I have to make him need me as much as I need him in my life. Because I do. It’s not just that I want him with me. Wanting implies some agency. I don’t have any. I need him.
It’s the kind of happiness that is a part of you. That you can feel in your gut and coursing through your bloodstream. The kind of quiet, contented happiness that’s just always there, without fail, even on bad days or when it feels like life is letting you down.
“I’m full-on crying now. Crying like a fucking baby. Bawling. A snotty mess”
We lie in silence for a bit. I bury my nose in his neck and inhale the scent of shower gel and grass and us that clings to his skin.
I smile against his neck. “I love you.”
I’m free to say it now. As many times as I want. I can rebuild my whole vocabulary from the ways I love him.
He kisses me then, his arms tightening around me. There’s a mix of everything whirling inside me. Love, happiness, relief, hope. Fear. It’s still there, but it’s just a sprinkling now, instead of an overwhelming wave.
And it’s home.
He tastes like home.
The home he’s always been for me.
“Say it again,” he murmurs against my lips.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too. And I will tell you every day for the next eighty years or so. Until you’re sick of hearing it.”
I laugh, my chest vibrating against his. “Please do.”
He repeats it over and over between kisses, underneath miles and miles of stars.
You know what else I’ve been thinking about?” I ask.
“Enlighten me,” he whispers.
“You,” I say. “Us.”
He smiles.
“You’re being mushy,” he says softly.
“No. Just happy.”[…]
What about us?” he says.
I smile and rest my chin on his shoulder.
“I’m making plans.”
His smile widens. “Am I in them?”
I kiss him.
“In every sentence on every page,” I say.
Like he’s always been.
Will always be.
In my book of life, every chapter is named Dylan.
It’s the best book I’ve ever read