Book safety, content warnings, and tropes down below.

For someone like me, friendships were precious, rare things. I told myself this. Reminded myself of it over and over in an attempt to make it less painful that he didn’t want me.

I’m sad to say this was kinda disappointing. It started so well and I was super excited after reading the first book. The premise was original, it was emotional and the character introduction intrigued me tons. Unfortunately it just became kinda stagnant. Nothing really happened for a very long time. I think this book is just way too long, unfortunately. I really wanted to finish it because I had made a connection to the characters, but by the end I didn’t really care anymore, which isn’t great. It was all sweet, the sex was hot and the emotional aspect was on point. It didn’t outweigh my issues with it this time, though.

“The sass,” I shook my head in disbelief. “I feel like if I told people how sassy you can be sometimes, they wouldn’t believe me.”

One thing I feel I need to mention was the frankly obscenely excessive use of repetition. Repeated phrases, repeated words, and repeated internal monologue (intentional or not). It was cute early on, but by the end it felt like someone was pranking me. If i never see a word repeated three times again, it’s too soon. soon. soon. Please stop that.

2.75 stars

⬇️ Blanket spoiler warning ⬇️

⚠️ Tropes & tags ⚠️
Commitment-phobe
Big boys
Single dad
Small town
First times
Primal kink
Disaster date
Scheming kid
Pansexual MC
Slow burn
Found family
Mental health rep
Outdoor shenanigans

⚠️ Content warning ⚠️
Primal kink
Anxiety
Explicit sexual content
Panic attacks
Mentions of parent death
Grief
Mentions of homophobia (past)
Brief Mentions of bullying (past and present)
Mentions of incarceration (juvie, past)
Family abandonment
Neglectful parent (MCs parent)
37 and 29

⚠️Book safety ⚠️
Cheating: No
OM/OW drama: No
Third-act breakup: No
POV: 1st person, dual POV
Genre: Contemporary romance, M/M
Strict roles or versatile: Strict roles
MCs age: 29 and 37

If ass eating was an Olympic sport, Trent Montgomery would’ve won the gold fucking medal.

And he terrified me, because what was I supposed to do if I loved him…if I loved him, and he didn’t love me back?