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like you don’t know hahaha omg but he had me blushing too. red as a tomato. butterflies in the tummy. everything. There were about a hundred rules in the Roommate Handbook for Civil and Not Creepy Cohabitation that I might have broken by looking at his crotch. Even through the fabric of his sweats. Which wasn’t leaving much to my— if you’ve been genuinely wanting to read this book, well bestie guess what? this is your sign. a big fat sign. Lucas was selfless, caring, sweet, playful, sex god who is also hell of chief! And Rosie is sweet, kind hearted, fixer, also selfless, perfect heroine! Unfortunately, I did not love this book. It felt very similar to alot of other books I’ve read in the past - the two most prominent ones being Josh and Hazels Guide to Not Dating mixed with a bit of Beach Read… and I just didn’t feel like this was anything special or unique.

I wanted to lay myself at her feet because no one had ever done something so thoughtful for me. Something this personal, something that had been designed to bring only me happiness. 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.You’re definitely not a burglar! I blurted out to veer the conversation away from that stupid, stupid finally. And I’m also so, so very sorry I assumed you were. I’m sure this was not how you imagined arriving in New York. Or Lina’s apartment for that matter. Anyway, can I please help you up?

this felt too... tropey. as though Elena Armas tried to think of as many popular tropes as possible and threw them into a melting pot to create this book. 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.Lucas’s voice came from somewhere behind me. I was ready to tell him he had another thing coming if he thought he’d be sleeping on the couch again, that I was preparing it for myself, but the words died on the tip of my tongue when I turned and encountered the sight before me. My eyelids fell shut. As if my brain was trying to at least spare me the sight of the mess I had made. How? That part of me that had my stomach flip-flopping wanted to ask him. How would you fight me exactly? I looked at him in time to see his lips twitching. It wasn’t a smile. It was some sort of grimace. You’re okay, though? he asked. 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.