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368 pages, Paperback
First published September 6, 2016

“We were circling each other, Bram and I. Pushing together and then, when things got too serious, pulling apart again.”
“He pulled gently, wetly, at my bottom lip, and I opened my mouth, my breath hitching as his tongue slid inside. Holy shit, Bram could kiss.
I forgot where we were. I forgot who he was. Hell, I forgot who I was.
Nothing mattered except our points of contact.”

“After fourteen years of living parallel lives, we’d intersected, and now I had no idea how to get us running parallel again.”
“I love you,” I said quickly, watching her as she wrapped her arms around her waist. “I know I’m not good at it, but I’m fucking trying.”
“You’re such a fucking pain in the ass,” Bram gasped, pressing against me as he kissed me hard. “Maybe if I just kept your mouth occupied…”

You’re such a fucking pain in the ass,” Bram gasped, pressing against me as he kissed me hard. “Maybe if I just keep your mouth occupied…”
“Shut up,” I bitched, letting go of his back with one hand so I could grip his hair.

I couldn't tell if I should be dancing a jig or crying into a beer over the fact that I'd just had the best sex of my life in the back of a Toyota 4Runner with my foster sister.
For less than an hour, I’d forgotten what a bitch she was, but within minutes of getting her off, I remembered exactly why I couldn’t stand her."
Stop,” he blurted, his gaze roaming up and down my nakedness. “I think I’m having an out-of-body experience.”
“Shut up.”
“You’re bringing me sandwiches. Naked. You might be the perfect woman.”
“These sandwiches are mine, fuckface. Feed yourself,” I replied as I climbed onto the bed.
“And the fantasy is gone,” he replied sadly.”









"For less than an hour, I’d forgotten what a bitch she was, but within minutes of getting her off, I remembered exactly why I couldn’t stand her."
👉 not as good as the first one 👈
“Shower with me?” Bram asked as he pulled me up off his bed.
“What happened to postcoital cuddling?” I asked when he didn’t wait for my answer and tugged me into the bathroom. “Is that not a thing anymore?”
“It’s a thing,” he answered as he turned on the shower. “But I have a beard.”
I tilted my head to the side as I waited for him to continue, but that was all he said.
“And?” I finally asked as we climbed into the shower.
“And it smells like your pussy,” he said, his lips pulling up in a satisfied grin. “I like it.”
“Then why are you washing it off?” I asked, stepping into the spray nonchalantly like my cheeks weren’t on fire.
“Because I have to help Trev up at his place in the morning and I don’t want him smelling you,” he replied simply.
“Pretty sure he wouldn’t know it was me.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
it cracked me up the fact that it was described he smells like her post eating her out bcs he had a beard (in my head her juices are dripping down his beard 🤣)
they hooked up pretty early on, like in chap 2. so this was not as good as the first book. the angst, the juicy enjoyable drama etc were really lacking, in comparison of book 1. there were that thing in 40% & in 65% that happened and added angst but just not the angst i wanted. Ani and Bram’s relationship was so all over the place it was seriously chaotic. especially the (another level of) back & forth they had going on. they fuck one sec but argued the next, and not the playful arguments either. i prefer them gradually moving forward rather than the whole ‘1 step forward, 2 steps back, 3 steps forward and 4 steps back’ it felt like such a waste of time that way. but overall i enjoyed i
“I wasn’t just fucking Ani. It never could have been that, and I was an idiot for assuming it could. Our lives were intertwined. I cared too much before we’d started sleeping together. There was no way I was going to be able to shut that off once I’d been inside her.”
Nicole Jacquelyn

❝Always bustin my balls,❞ I muttered, spinning her around and pressing her up against the wall. ❝That foreplay to you?❞
❝If it is, we've been practically f*cking for the last ten years---❞
❝I couldn't tell if I should be dancing a jig or crying into a beer over the fact that I'd just had the best sex of my life in the back of a Toyota 4Runner with my foster sister. ❞

