This is my third Garrett Leigh book in just a short period of time and I have to say I’m loving her work. One day, perhaps, he’ll realize that he already saved himself. To force the truth on him and make him believe in himself the way I do. I want to shake him, and shout in his face that he’s not. That he’s still the battered mess he was a year ago. The world has chewed him up and spat him out, and he thinks he deserved it. Micah is damaged goods - at least, that’s how he’d put it. The embarrassing kind of love.īut it’s not as simple as loving someone who doesn’t love me back. And he definitely doesn’t know I’m ridiculously in love with him. Micah is the dictionary definition of beautiful, inside and out. I’m a gay book nerd with no business falling in love with hunky athletes. All I do is wade through every precious moment and hope that he doesn’t regret the day he ever met me. Trouble is, even if Sam likes me back, I ain’t fit to be no one’s boyfriend. Or that before long, I’d find myself head over heels in love with him. I chose the second option, which landed me with a brand-new problem, because I hadn’t banked on my roommate becoming my best friend. Last summer, I had two choices: the streets, or find a cheap room to rent in the city. I’m a broke ex-football player with a bum leg and PTSD. Falling for his roommate gives ex-footballer Micah the second chance he deserves, and what could be better than loving your best friend?
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