From the very beginning my heart was in my mouth waiting for the inevitable to happen, it put me on edge and I think it prevented me from fully engaging with the plot. I seriously wanted to give him a good shake, how The sweet and innocent act gets old FAST.
I felt as if the ending was a little rushed and personally would have liked a longer, more detailed epilogue in order to come to terms with the developments of the plot. See I told you I was confused : review 2: I was glad everything worked out between Ben and Quinn cause their like two halves of one whole to each other. But when Ben started to feel useless and unsure of his feelings i kind of started to get mad at him. After everything they've been through he would choose at that point to question what they have and I dont understand why he couldnt just tell Quinn what he was doing and why he kept sending signals to Linney if they were unintentional.
But out of all that im glad they were able to talk and work it out. What surprised me most for some reason was that Quinns brother and her enemy got together and got engaged. Loved the books. Online stores:. Copy in the library:. Reviews see all kensminaite. I lock the front door behind me, then turn and nearly trip over the damn couch, cussing myself through my teeth for not making it home until late.
But I was driving home and there was this perfect light over the water and I had to pull off of PCH and take some photos while I had the chance. It was one of the main reasons we chose Southern California rather one of the other art schools in New York or Seattle.
We wanted to be near the Pacific Ocean. I just happen to love taking advantage of our surroundings. I slide out of my pants, pull my t-shirt over my head, and toss them both over the back of the flimsy IKEA desk chair before I push through our bedroom door. I shine the light of my phone in the direction of the bed I share with Quinn, and can just make out her small frame, curled up with her back toward me. I pad across the room to our bed and slip under the blankets next to Quinn.
Quinn snuggles into my chest and gets comfortable again. I let my eyes close as I run my hand through her long, brown hair, breathing in the familiar smell of her. So why does it feel like it is? I nod and let her wiggle out of my arms, keeping the tips of my fingers hovered over the bony curve of her hip.
I mean, yeah, of course I cooked. But I wanted to talk to you. I guess it can wait until the morning. Good night. My fingers slide along her back and into the dip of her spine, then bounce off the mattress when she tenses her back just enough to break contact. If she wants. If she wants me. I just I just miss you. And I love this woman so damn much right now. I reach over her to switch on the light on the nightstand, loving the way she groans and throws her arm over her eyes, before I pull her over, flat on her back so I can really look at her, blinking like crazy, her lashes pressed together against the bright light.
I appreciate her faith in me, and my pictures are good, but not good enough for someone to pay for or to want to hang in their home.
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