If this book had to be summed up with one word, it would be: meh.
Everything about it is meh. The characters, the plot, the romance, the dialogue, the writing itself. If reading this book was like having sex with a guy, it would be disappointing sex with a guy who has a small dick and doesn't know how to use it. It would be a guy who comes after half a minute before you've even had the chance to get properly wet. It would be a guy who jackhammers into you after a few minutes of forced, lacklustre foreplay. It be a guy who slobbers all over your chin when you kiss. It'd be a guy who didn't know how to use his tongue and fingers and dick with any sort of finesse, instead using his sausage-like, clumsy fingers to lazily paw at your boob. It'd be a guy who grimaces at the thought of going down on you after he fails to make you come with his disappointing dick. So then you're forced to rub yourself off as you lie there wondering what the point of it all was.
In other (less sexual) words, this book is too stilted, too forced, too short, too weirdly formal, too slow to get off the ground, vanilla and boring in almost every way. It wasn't bad, it just wasn't good.
Funnily enough, though, the sex scenes were actually pretty decent. There's irony for you.