I love Nicky James' writing. She always compels me so much.
Literally the only reason I - okay. Two reasons - didn't read this quicker was, 1) I went on vacation but, mostly, 2) I've really been into a video game. Been a long time since that's happened so I haven't been doing much else, especially since my partner plays as well... Also, I finished reading this at midnight yesterday 23/24th so good thing I took many screen shots!
But...! I really liked how this went. I liked the dynamic between Cyrus and River. It was great seeing their surprise in the beginning and then the progression throughout. It was sad with all Cyrus' insecurities from Grant but I can relate I loved how River handled them. He was so caring and snarky at the same time. He knew what Cyrus needed. Of course, River's upbringing was much different than Cyrus' but he had a different type of insight. Cyrus' is from studying, while River's is from surviving. They can both read each other, and it was fantastic.
I liked the mystery aspect to this as well. What Cyrus did wasn't a surprise 'cause how could you have a story otherwise...? But I liked how the whole family(ies) bit worked out. Not a fan of River's family, but I did like how River actually spoke with his father in the end and how that was going. It was completely his choice with no pressure whatsoever. In contrast, I liked how close Cyrus was to his parents. It was sweet how he called them every day to catch up, making adjustments for his father's lack of hearing and his mother helping the both of them out.
This book had so many sweet, caring, sad, enraging, funny, interesting bits.
I would love to read more about these two.
(3.5 stars, rounded up.)
And I'm just going to throw some quotes at the end this time. The last one is rather long so...
"Christ. Remind me to grab some condoms from the bedside table."
Cyrus shot me a dirty look. "Why?"
"Because you need a good hard dick up your ass to chill you the fuck out, and I intend on delivering. You are absolutely insufferable like this."
"Well, excuse me. I lived an honest life before I met you. And I'm not insufferable," he mumbled. "I don't need a good dicking to chill me out, thank you very much."
"Oh, oh! I know this one! What are things I say to make myself feel better, Alex."
"What happened to the polite and professional doctor from the hospital?"
"He's gone. He was manipulated by a patient and forced to do things against his will."
"Forced?"
"Yes. The patient charmed him with his come-fuck-me eyes and magical dick until the doctor had no choice but to break his oath and say yes, I will do anything you desire."
I tried really, really hard to hold onto my pissed-off expression, but River hooted, tossing his head back as he clutched his stomach. "Oh, that's beautiful. I want that written on a plaque and framed."
A snort escaped me before I could stop it. In the end, we were both laughing, and I was in jeopardy of driving off the road.
But sometimes, [Cyrus] desperately wanted to let go of all the responsibility. He wanted the freedom to not be in control for a change. He sought dominating men who would take that role. He wanted someone else to take care of him. The problem was, he'd found a guy who'd abused that power and done more damage than good. Cyrus was a sensitive soul underneath the professional exterior. He strived to make people happy. But it opened him up to being mistreated.
"Or maybe they're getting the dungeon ready for us. We're earlier than they expected. Do you think they'll have a torture chamber?"
"You can only hope."
"What does that mean?"
"It means I know you like getting your ass smacked, so maybe there are other BDSM-y things you'd like."
He might be outwardly cocky and brash, but inside there was a man who cared. A man who'd gone to great lengths to reassure me when I stumbled. He stopped my incessant self-recriminations every time they fell from my mouth. He built me up when Grant had only ever torn me down.
River's brows winged up, and he laughed. "Really? Right now, when I'm bearing my heart, you need to jump in and start a fight?"
"There's nothing to fight about. I'm just correcting the error. Go on."
River gaped. Without warning, he stalked forward and pressed me against the counter. His forehead collided with mine, and his voice dropped to a rumbling whisper. "I just drove all the way here from London to tell you I'm in love with you, and that's what I get?"
My jaw hit the ground. "What?"
River chuckled and tucked a finger under my chin, drawing me closer so he could nip at my lips.
"Did you just say what I think you said?" My words were muffled against his mouth.
"Depends." He pecked my lips again. "Do you think I said I love you?"
"Yeah. That's what it sounded like, but it's possible I've lost touch with reality and my sanity is slipping. A lot has happened, and I maybe not have--"
River crushed our mouths together, deepening our connection until his kiss radiated through my whole body. "Then you heard what I said."
"But--"
He pressed his mouth to mine. I melted under his touch when he glided both hands to my nape and took two firm fists full of my curls.
"Say it again," I begged.
He broke the kiss and peered deep into my eyes. "I love you, Cyrus Irvine. Maybe you want to argue that I don't know what love is, but let me tell you something. I've spent three weeks unable to get you off my mind. I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can't think. You're in my head twenty-four-seven, and I've been aching to see you, to talk to you, to be with you. I couldn't go another day without you. This is new for me, but if that's not love, I don't know what love is. I've never felt this way before. I dream about you at night. I've longed to touch you and kiss you again. I'm probably going to make mistakes. I'm far from perfect, but I promise you, I will never take you for granted. I will never treat you like Grant treated you. I treasure all the quirky things that make you who you are. I want to help you overcome your insecurities, help you build trust and confidence, and heal from the abuse that man put you through. I want to show you how beautiful you are inside and out and how strong you can be. And I will do my best to ensure you know every day just how loved you are. Will you please by my boyfriend? Nothing would make me happier."
I whimpered, which was the least coherent response I could have given, but River smiled.
"I adore you," he said, caressing my cheeks.
"I love you," I squeaked, barely able to form words.