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252 pages, Paperback
First published November 8, 2016
“Boyd Gallagher is… something. I’m not sure what, exactly. But he’s something. ”
“And holy shit, Boyd Gallagher can make you forget. His lips can drive every single thought out of your head.”
“I knew she was going to feel good, but fuck. I’m ruined for this girl. Her skin. Her scent. Her taste. The texture of her hair and the delicate flare of her hips. The tiny mole she has near her belly button. The noises she makes when I touch her. None of it contrived. Her breathing speeding up and the little cries she makes are all pure Chloe. The way her fingertips explore my body with genuine curiosity, as if she’s not the most familiar with the male form, not that she’s attempting to inflate my ego.”
“Every kiss with Chloe is the best kiss of my life, but this one, fuck. This one will be hard to top.”
Jana Aston
Dating is basically three hours of talking to a stranger, which is stupid, right? I don't enjoy that. I mean who enjoys that? Who? Who are those people? It's weird. Dating is weird.
“You are the most alluring woman I’ve ever met,” he says when I release his lip. Alluring? Not awkward? That can’t be right.


“Boyd Gallagher is… something. I’m not sure what, exactly. But he’s something.”
“…holy shit, Boyd Gallagher can make you forget. His lips can drive every single thought out of your head.”
“You are the most alluring woman I’ve ever met,” he says when I release his lip. Alluring? Not awkward? That can’t be right.
“He’s got this way of looking at me that makes me agreeable. He looks at me like he really sees me..”

I’ve read this intermittently for a year, but I’m finally calling it a DNF. The most frustrating thing for me is Chloé’s character, bc not only is she exhaustively vapid, being in her head is frustrating. It doesn’t help that I’m 30% into the story yet the fun and laughs are elusive.

“We’re not doing anal,” I inform him. “Not with this,” I add,...
“Wait, was anal on the table?”
“I’m really curious about it,” I admit, “but not with that thing.” I nod at his monster dick.

What am I doing when you’re thinking about me?”
“Anything. Everything. Sometimes you’re on your knees sucking me off. Sometimes you’re taking a shower while I watch.” Her chest rises. She likes that. “Sometimes I’m pulling your hair”—her eyes widen at that—“and sometimes you’re lying on my bed, asking me to come on your tits.”
“Would you do that?”...
“Do what?”
“Come on me.”
“Is that an invitation?”
“Yes.” She nods. “I want you to. I want to watch.”
“Knock, knock.”
“Who’s there?”
“I love.”
“I love who?”
“I love you too.”
“It was pretty bad though.” His grip on me loosens. “Hold on while I text that to myself so I can remember it forever.”


