And you know what made it even better, we got both POV we were in Lucas’s head as he become slowly more and more obsessed with Rose and OH it was satisfying. It’s just so good when the girl falls first but the guy falls harder.

this moment had me SOBBING UNCONTROLLABLY. but what do i gotta do to have lucas talk to me in spanish and call me these beautiful names!?? please. i’ll do anything. i’ll crawl. the “ángel” gets me every single time🥹🦋 honestly, i think if the trauma of his past had been fleshed out properly beyond him briefly telling Rosie about it in a moment of vulnerability at the end, it would have elevated him so much more. Rosie,” he said in a low, warning voice that made my stomach flop for some reason. “Take the bed.” He smiled, but it wasn’t lighthearted and fun. “Don’t make me fight you over this. Because I will.” fight me please 🥵I could hear that, you know? Intruder said. The phone, then the bang, then the phone again. A pause. Are you… okay? Out of the more than eight million people living in New York City, it had to be me being potentially robbed, hadn’t it? Ignoring my unfortunate and not at all threatening choice of words, I set the call on speaker and a few seconds later, the emergency dispatcher’s voice filled the apartment. Nine-one-one, what’s your emergency? This could be worse, I told myself. Whoever is out there is clearly not very good at this. At break-ins. And they don’t know I’m inside. For all they know, the apartment is empty. This gives me— rosie affected me in ways no other woman ever had. i wanted to do things for her, everything and anything if she let me. i wanted to make sure that she was okay. more than okay. not good, but happy. that she accomplished whatever she dreamed of. that she was cared for, cherished.”

you know a book is ready to be disposed into the next bin when even the cameos of Aaron did not change my facial expression one bit. how did Lina manage to be even more annoying in Rosie's book than her own book? color me impressed. that's a rare talent.

Of course, I rushed out, clasping my hands in front of me and averting my eyes from his face. They set up camp on a point below his chin. You sure you’re okay?

But you can call me Rosie, I continued. Everyone does. You can, too. If you want, of course. But Rosalyn is also fine. Because he was smiling. And it was big and bright and quite frankly, beautiful in this blatant way you don’t really know what to do with.Hi—” I cleared my throat. “Hello. There’s… there’s someone trying to break in the apartment I’m in.” 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. Like how I knew Lucas actually loved pineapple on pizza just because it was still food—something I’d never understand. Or how I also knew that he had gotten that tiny scar on his chin by tripping over the leash of Taco—his beautiful Belgian shepherd—and falling on his face. Or how I had learned that he prefers sunrises over sunsets. We have one interesting character - Olly, Rosie's brother. I think he holds a lot of potential and maybe it's his story we get to read next? I personally was more invested in him than Rosie and Lucas. Also, you’ve probably noticed that I haven’t talked much about Rosie and that’s because in that first chapter what she did gave me very much second hand embarrassment. It was really awkward. She wasn’t like an amazing character that I was rooting for the entire time but she was okay.

i was acting very questionably while reading this book. i was up all night finishing it and screaming into my pillow at times. Lucas has just a way with words that had me thinking very unhinged things…and the way he’s just so down and deep for Rosie…honestly it pissed me tf off because i know men like him just simply don’t exist in real life. And third the masquerade ball. THAT AARON WAS INVITED TO, WE GOT TO SEE THEM AGAIN AARON AND LINA I LOVE THEM. HE AND LUCAS’S BRO CODE WAS EVERYTHING. Anyways, the masquerade ball was the best. Them dressing up as characters from ‘their’ show. They have a show. I love them so much. And the fact I’m 98% sure it’s The Vampire Diaries makes me love that even more. It was the start of everything and god it was delicious. I understand everything about Lucas and his injury and how he thought it made him weak and not good enough. I just don’t get why he thought it would be a good idea to leave Rosie because she deserved better like dude she wants you so why can’t you become better for her. We stared at each other for a long moment. And although it wasn’t as awkward as a few minutes ago, it wasn’t exactly a comfortable silence, either. Not when my secret infatuation with this man that sat on the floor in front of me seemed to be swelling like a balloon, taking all the space between us. And certainly not when all these facts and details I had collected over more than a year and kept hidden in a sealed cabinet in my mind started pouring out. No, no, no,” I heard the words coming out of my mouth in a whimper, one of my hands reaching out. Unsuccessfully. Because—Lucas tilted his head with what I assumed was curiosity. Probably wanting to ask why. Why the hell are you here, then? then there's this. this beautiful blush. what’s causing this, rosie?" he lowered his voice. “what's making you hot?" this book had not one memorable scene or character, except that it reminded me why i hated the friends-to-lovers trope so much. i can’t wait to forget everything about this book the moment this review is published, cause this was a waste of time.