Status Updates From Seven Summer Nights

So they're going to discover major secrets of ancient greece... in a little countryside town... in england?

What a bizarre decision for their first sex scene... first of all, I hate it when first kiss and first fuck come at the same time. But that's unfortunately pretty standard, it seems. Weirdest thing about this is that they've decided dirty talk = talking about your sexual experiences with another man who killed himself immediately after.

Everyone wants to talk about old man yaoi but don’t wanna call out in the work to read it. This is good old man yaoi

I really like this so far, but the writing is a bit confusing sometimes 😅

It seems to be a me problem, but why is this book so long? I feel like it’s going on and on forever and it’s not making that much sense. 😭

I swear, I might just kill this brigadier with my bare hands

Bless Archie—his POV is like an oasis in the desert!

Tell me what to do.”
“I am. Lie still. Catch your breath.”
“But I want to...” Oh, the poor bastard couldn’t even say it, was blushing brighter than the dawn rising over the hills. His fringe had tumbled over his brow, hot shivers racking his frame. “I want to love you. I don’t know how.”
“You’ve been doing that since we met.

😱

“But you’re with Archie, aren’t you? And he’s with you, just as he should be.” She swung back to Winborn. “Don’t pull that face, as if you’d just sucked a lemon! You can’t force people to love or not to love.[…]“ 😍

God, how much I love well written female side characters in my mm romance.

“You don’t think about overturning your whole life because of someone you just met.”
“Why not, if the someone makes my heart turn inside out every time I look at him? If all I can think about is touching him again, and having him touch me?” 🥰♥️

A narrow track led through the dandelion-scattered grass around the side of the house. (..)The orchard beyond them was being cared for too, drooping branches propped. Rufus halted for a moment as the breeze brought him a wave of apple-blossom scent, and a brief confetti shower of pink-white petals. “What a beautiful place,” he said absently, to the dog or whatever spirit of the orchard had just engulfed him.

“Well, for God’s sake. Who wouldn’t want to marry Archie? He’s the dearest man alive, even if he does spend most of his time up to his elbows in engine oil.[…]“ 😍

Re-listening 😊