Status Updates From Finding You (Escaping, #2)

This was 5% reconnecting with her father (which, personally, I'd say should've been the main focus) and the rest is the main characters acting like they have reasons to not be together.

PEOPLE CAN STILL GET STDs WHILE ON THE PILL.

something they should think about, and not make a desicion during the sexual act.

Let's get this straight:

You are not a bad person if you drink and dance. Not even if you "rub off on guys" in a bar. None of that makes you a bad person. Now, the one judging you for doing all that, now that's a different story.

If this was the kind of girl she was, maybe I wasn’t as interested in her as I thought.

And you, sir, lost what little respect I had left for you.

I’d known she was a firecracker from the get go, but the way she was acting—as if she had no sense of self worth or consequence—had me thinking she was more like a stick of dynamite hell bent on self destruction.

As if this hero could be more of a douche. She's dancing. DANCING.

When we’d walked into the bar the last person I’d expected to see was him, especially not with some half-dressed woman draped around him.

Did I mention our heroine called this woman gross?

I'm sensing a lot of shaming coming right up.

“She seemed like a class act,”

I'm not here to judge, but let's be honest: it's more classy to flirt with someone at a bar than to break into somoene's apartment to get a chance at flirting.

Just my opinion.

Her lips and eyes were lined with heavy makeup, which made me wonder exactly how striking she was underneath of all of it. Molly’s sweet, fresh face flashed in my mind. She didn’t feel the need to pile on the makeup.

Maybe this woman doesn't "need" it, but wants to fucking wear makeup because she likes it. Is that such a hard concept?

I thought this would be more about Mallory trying to find out what kind of man her father is by asking people around him about him, as well as him, before telling him she is his daughter.

Instead this is all about the forced chemistry between Mallory and hot guy next door.

Every time I told myself that I was going to just see her as a sexual object, she had to go and do something so ridiculously fucking cute that I couldn’t help but become more enthralled with her.

Uhm, I get that you two have a friends with benefits thing going on, but you could still see her as human.

Call me a whore, but I loved sex.

Oh, I'm thinking many names to call you, but whore isn't one of them.

I thought she’d had magic hands, but her pussy was something else entirely. Clenching in ways different and tighter than I’d ever felt before.

Not sure if hot or ridiculous.



Okay, I do know, and it's not the former.

. “He actually said no to a blowjob. Do you think he might be gay?”

Not this shit again.

I may have been a doe-eyed blonde, but I wasn’t weak or incompetent.

Seriously?

I'm not feeling the sexual chemistry. It doesn't shine through in their actions, and even if they claim they have it "in spades", it doesn't convince me. I want to see it through their actions, from how they behave. Right now there is too much telling going on for that chemistry to feel genuine and not forced (by the author).

“And the window was unlocked. If you didn’t want anyone coming in, maybe you should have latched it. Where I’m from an unlocked door or window is an open invitation for guests.”

Victim blaming. Lovely.

“I could call the cops, you know,” he continued his argument, quickly closing the distance between us. Maybe I’d crossed the line. Maybe he really was crazy.

Coming from the girl who broke into his apartment...

Call me a chick if you want, but I didn’t want just a meaningless one-night stand.

Here we go

Keep wondering when that prologue will come back in to play.... ;)

This is SO right up my alley.

Mallory's a good time!!