i just... it all felt so basic. there’s just no subtly. Lucas drops a compliment or sexual innuendo about Rosie every few sentences. and Rosie, every damn time, is like “OH super weird! it sounds like he’s flirting!? like he likes me?! impossible”. and originally, it was understandable with the type of person Rosie is, and i sympathised because ive always been really bad at knowing when someone flirts with me. but ffs, by the tenth compliment that was dropped in the span of a chapter, i couldn’t bare it any longer. The bromance between aaron and Lucas was what I needed. We all know Aaron is moody and doesn’t smile but the way he was keeping everything a secret from Catalina and helped Lucas out with Rosie because he understood from one look that Lucas was in love was soo cute. AARON WAS SMILING YESS I REPEAT HE WAS SMILING at the New Year’s party for Lucas and Rosie which meant everything keeping in mind aaron only smiled for Catalina .

croughnut you", Lucas saying Rosie reminds him of a flower (no shit!)... the cringe, oh my god. but the worst part?? him whispering "dulce de leche" in her ear while she looked at him like 😍🥵 LMAOOOO it's giving the omelette du fromage scene from dexter's lab. just pretend i'm inserting that gif here cause i'm too lazy to look it up 🧍‍♀️Elena Armas writes heroines that are not for me, cause i found both of her heroines so far annoying af. Rosie (h) gave me second hand embarrassment from the first chapter when she thought that someone broke into Lina’s apartment.. that 911 call jeez first red flag i ignored. 💀 Now that he was saying more than a couple of words at a time, I could hear his accent more clearly. The way he enunciated certain words was familiar and set off a bell somewhere in my head. But I didn’t have time or energy to spare for bells right this moment.

And a huge thanks to my best friend Ty. For helping me write this because I had no idea how to write a good enough review for this amazing book. Deranged?” Intruder scoffed. “I’m not crazy, just... tired.” Something dropped to the floor with a thud on the other side of the door and I prayed it wasn’t him because I wasn’t up for dealing with an unconscious man on top of everything.

Elena Armas is the undisputed queen of slow burn, steam, deliciously swoony rom-coms.' Ali Hazelwood, bestselling author of The Love Hypothesis Because as much as touching Lucas usually left every cell in my body tingling, I was beginning to understand that touching someone you loved was about much more than just that. It wasn’t always about the sparks and the fireworks. Not exclusively. It could also be about the peace it brought you. The comfort. And for all the romances I’d read and the one, almost two, I’d written, I hadn’t known that. I would have never imagined that touching a man could light me up inside and quiet every worry and every noise in the world.” Life was too short, too brittle, to keep secrets and live in half-truths. Even when we thought that we were protecting those we loved. Or protecting ourselves. Our hearts. Because the reality was that without honesty, without truth, we never lived fully.”

him watching her favorite show with her and then later on telling her that it was his show hahah omg. the fact that he recreated the night she wished they met on…it won’t make sense unless you read it but pls if you read it…you’re gonna love it. Some days, I found excuses to touch her. I'd tell her she had something in her hair. Or that I'd thought there had been something clinging to her clothes. Sometimes, I reached for her and didn't come up with an excuse in time so I just smiled at her like a total idiot, and hoped for the best.” just a disclaimer: when i requested this, i assumed the sampler was a lil bit longer than a single chapter, so trying to gauge how to rate this isn’t easy. originally i decided on three but ive changed it to four because i did really like this, but my rating is definitely subject to change when i read the whole book.Turning on the tips of my toes, I stepped away from the door of the studio apartment I had fled to in search of shelter and let my gaze dart around the familiar place, studying my options. You like it when I speak in Spanish to you.” Yes. Obviously. “I guess I do.” “I can say it again for you, would you like that?” he offered, and then, instead of waiting for my answer—Yes please, sir, and can you record it, too, so I can play it for years to come?”