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306 pages, Paperback
First published June 21, 2021








“Like I said. Jocks aren’t my type.”From Kole openly allowing himself to look, but not touch, to snarky, flirty study sessions, to much more info retention once a a very hands-on "rewards" system was added, this story pulled me in right from the very beginning.
“What about emotionally unavailable guys who treat people like shit? Because I’m that too. Don’t pigeonhole me, dude.”
“Sorry, that doesn’t really do it for me either.”
“Shame. I’m really good at sex.”

1) the trope fails and instead of being a layered and complex character... the person is just an inexcusable dick.
2) the trope succeeds and exposes the inner, complex workings of a really intriguing character
His Adam’s apple bounces, and he looks away. “Like I said. Jocks aren’t my type.”
“What about emotionally unavailable guys who treat people like shit? Because I’m that too. Don’t pigeonhole me, dude.”
“You don’t make it easy for people to like you.” I stroke my thumb along his jaw, before meeting his eyes. They’re still a little red, which makes the green even more vibrant.
“And yet, you’re here anyway.”
Even though he phrases it like a statement, I can feel the question between us.
Why?
But then I look at Kole’s face, and his hazel eyes look at me like I’m a better person than I really am, and for some fucked-up reason, I want to prove to him I could be the guy he thinks I am.
”I could make a joke about how easy we both are when the other is hard, but instead … I have a theory.”
“What’s that?”
I step closer, meeting his green eyes as all that syrupy warmth flows through me just from being around him. “Either you’ve contracted some deadly disease that’s messing with your thoughts, or … you’re in love with me.”
The smile slides from his face, and he cups my cheeks in the way that I love. “Definitely the second.”
I’ve broken down walls for him and let him in. I don’t know why it was so easy to do when it comes to Kole, but I do know I wouldn’t have made it through these last few months if it weren’t for him. He brought me back when I was on the brink of self-destruction. That wouldn’t have been good for me or the kids. He gave me an outlet to finally grieve over the loss of my dad and stepmom. He helped me pass my classes so I could stay on the team and keep the one thing I know I can do well in my life. He didn’t fix anything, he was just there, offering what I needed and wanted. A safe outlet to work through my shit and stop fighting the world.
“Because with you, I don’t have the need to hide who I am. I don’t have to pretend to be strong. I don’t need to do stupid shit to prove I can’t be hurt. All of that excess anger I was keeping inside that would erupt in forms of self-destruction aren’t there when I’m with you, and it’s not because of anything you do or say. It’s because I’m my true self around you. No pretenses.”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
