I enjoyed this book, but I gave it 3 stars because having a bunch of sex cannot convince me that 2 people belong together. Miles’s flashbacks failed to convince me of his love for Rachel (they kissed a lot? Ok, cool. So that equals love, right?) and his present failed to convince me that he and Tate had anything in common besides sexual compatibility and the same interior design taste.
I hated both of these characters. I don’t believe that Mile’s past gave him an excuse to act like a total dick to everyone. Tate was a total doormat and should have told him not to let the door hit him in the ass on the way out a trillion times. Grow a spine, Tate!
Tate was the worst. People like her can’t exist in real life, right? If so, I don’t want to live on this planet anymore. Most of her inner dialogue is just her waxing poetic about how great all the words that come out of his mouth are. Real quote from actual book:
I wonder if his voice could make me love the word [ox]. “Say the word ox. Just say it.” “Ox,” he says, with slight hesitation. I smile. I love the word ox. It’s my new favorite word.
And Tate is liquid and other things are like liquid thirteen times. I counted. That is a literal number. And not literal as in figurative (I can’t believe they put that in the dictionary. Those Webster people are assholes).
Mile invades a lot. Whatever the fuck that means. “He’s looking straight at me. Invading me.” or “Miles is in my mouth. He’s invading me again.” I cannot roll my eyes hard enough at this. He “invades” her fourteen times. So that’s cool. All fourteen times failed to convince me that that actually means anything though.
I just can’t get over how weak Tate was. From the beginning she should have run far away from Miles. Because he’s fracking crazy and just flat out mean. Miles needed to get over himself the entire book. Miles will come to Tate for sex and she’ll be like “I know this is wrong and he’s using me, but I don’t know how to tell him no.” Yes, you do, but you are an idiot.
Overall, this is an entertaining read as long as your expectations aren’t too sky high and you have a high tolerance for incredible stupidity.