I could not move past the writing in this book. Some of the lines just gave me such an ick I couldn’t keep reading. 

I almost DNFd at Chapter 5. Pushed to Chapter 14 to see if the story would make it worth it, and didn’t find the interest of the story worth reading for. 

“No Velcro to rasp if he decided to take off his clothes in the house while he looked at Cari Mora asleep”
“He could creep it with the girl Cari Mora asleep in her hotness upstairs”
“He was entitled to some fun. Maybe he could just drip a little on the bedclothes, on her scarred arms, nothing more. Oh, a drop or two on her sleeping cheek, little facial, what the hell? A little might run into the corner of her eye. Hello.”

🤢🤮 

So gross.