I'm melting. I'm a puddle. I adored these idiots so much. My God. This is what I mean when I say I want slow burn. The tension and the heart ache were killing me (respectfully). And I loved it all the more that it was a friends to lovers slow burn. They were just so good to one another before it ever became romantic. 


This was nearly perfect and the singular issue that I had was more of a me problem rather than the book. (I just didn't love a very specific situation they were put into. But I understand it was also a dramatic kind of turning point for them. I was just too stressed out for Olly in that moment and I only ever want him to be happy.)