Xiaoyan
tldr; fantastic book. Enjoy this a lot. Love the characters, the relationship, and the sex. Left me feeling... somewhat hopeful and optimistic about the future.
Ultimately, I really like this book because I truly enjoy it as a Romance. By no mean is this book perfect, yet, any of the flaws pale in comparison to the absolute joy this book brought me.
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Rom-com has always been a hit and miss for me. More of a miss than a hit, to be honest, and there have been moments that I contemplate giving up on the genre altogether. But I am so, so grateful I have this book a chance, for this book is a fucking excellent read and I enjoy every single second of it.
1. Mr. Nicholas “Coal” Claus, the man that you are...! Truly one of the best MCs I've read this year. Love his particular brand of loverboy-ism that leads him to treating Hex in a worship-y way that borderlines sacrilegious.
Hex laughs.Someone help me, please, because this guy makes me want to learn hymns but only recite them if I'm moaning and I think that might be sacrilege, but I'm okay with damnation if he's the reason, I just want to know for sure which way is up.
I dump us to our sides on the couch.“Just let me kiss you for a little while,” I tell him, that low murmur like I'm worshipping at some altar.
Every moment of touching him has left me rattled like I don't know what I'm doing, but no one else mattered before him, no one else could have prepared me for him. There is power, such power inherent in desire, and in this moment, I'm playing out the creation of a whole new origin story with him. It's so easy to create gods or monuments of importance or cruxes of joy, and I've done that for him now, I am his most fervent steward.
why
man, Coal should lift Hex up, lol.
“But, fuck, sweetheart”—I drag my hand up his bare arm, watching goose bumps trail my fingers—“the moment I become fluent in your shivers, it's gonna be meteoric.”
I will never in my life be given a greater honor than the way he painstakingly chooses his response for me.“I love you too,” he says.I kiss him again, a clumsy layering over of our smiles, and we're laughing and this, here, is my victory. He is my spoil of war, the most vital piece in my new-forming foundation.
Maybe one fuckup didn't have to define the rest of my life like I let it.
So I'll keep going. And going. And I'll learn and do better and sometimes I'll hate myself for not giving up and I'll rage at the shit around me but I remember what it's like to look at the world with uncomplicated hope and I can't stop until I get that back. What's the alternative?
It just takes one joyful moment. One by one by one.
I'm relying on that. I'm counting on joy to be stronger than whatever's waiting for me.
tldr; fantastic book. Enjoy this a lot. Love the characters, the relationship, and the sex. Left me feeling... somewhat hopeful and optimistic about the future.
Ultimately, I really like this book because I truly enjoy it as a Romance. By no mean is this book perfect, yet, any of the flaws pale in comparison to the absolute joy this book brought me.
—
Rom-com has always been a hit and miss for me. More of a miss than a hit, to be honest, and there have been moments that I contemplate giving up on the genre altogether. But I am so, so grateful I have this book a chance, for this book is a fucking excellent read and I enjoy every single second of it.
1. Mr. Nicholas “Coal” Claus, the man that you are...! Truly one of the best MCs I've read this year. Love his particular brand of loverboy-ism that leads him to treating Hex in a worship-y way that borderlines sacrilegious.
Hex laughs.Someone help me, please, because this guy makes me want to learn hymns but only recite them if I'm moaning and I think that might be sacrilege, but I'm okay with damnation if he's the reason, I just want to know for sure which way is up.
I dump us to our sides on the couch.“Just let me kiss you for a little while,” I tell him, that low murmur like I'm worshipping at some altar.
Every moment of touching him has left me rattled like I don't know what I'm doing, but no one else mattered before him, no one else could have prepared me for him. There is power, such power inherent in desire, and in this moment, I'm playing out the creation of a whole new origin story with him. It's so easy to create gods or monuments of importance or cruxes of joy, and I've done that for him now, I am his most fervent steward.
why
man, Coal should lift Hex up, lol.
“But, fuck, sweetheart”—I drag my hand up his bare arm, watching goose bumps trail my fingers—“the moment I become fluent in your shivers, it's gonna be meteoric.”
I will never in my life be given a greater honor than the way he painstakingly chooses his response for me.“I love you too,” he says.I kiss him again, a clumsy layering over of our smiles, and we're laughing and this, here, is my victory. He is my spoil of war, the most vital piece in my new-forming foundation.
Maybe one fuckup didn't have to define the rest of my life like I let it.
So I'll keep going. And going. And I'll learn and do better and sometimes I'll hate myself for not giving up and I'll rage at the shit around me but I remember what it's like to look at the world with uncomplicated hope and I can't stop until I get that back. What's the alternative?
It just takes one joyful moment. One by one by one.
I'm relying on that. I'm counting on joy to be stronger than whatever's waiting for me.