To Tate,
From the very beginning I had a plan for my life.
But it wasn’t until we met that I knew it was you.
~Logan

All I'm gonna say is, I'm right here with my fingers crossed, praying that Ella Frank steps on a god damn Lego for the fucking shit show she slapped me in the face.

How dare she.

How fucking DARE Tate stupid o'fucking Morrison even exist to say his stupid words.

I can't believe that asshole made the same mistake TWICE.

MY LOGAN DESERVES BETTER.

William Tate Morrison.
God, just his name alone made Logan’s body undergo an immediate reaction. Whether it be a ridiculous smile on his face at the mention of it, or the urge to slide his damn hand between his legs because he wanted to groan it out loud. The person who belonged to that name had managed to completely alter what Logan had always assumed would be the trajectory of his life.

And by the bitterness rubbing off me and this sorry ass review, don't ask me why I'm rating this HIGHER THAN THIS SHOULD'VE DESERVED.

Well, I actually have an answer for that, and it is ONLY for the first 50% of this book that spoke, healed and trembled my soul with the delicate touches of sweetest nature found between Tate and Logan. And for the other half of this book? All my love, and fucking devotion goes to Logab Mitchell. Stupid William doesn't deserve him and he should fucking kiss the walk Logan walks on to even step into a non-nuclear section of me not wanting to bash his head.


(also, the amount of times I said FUCK YOU TATE overnight while I tried to regain my sanity is UNRIVALED)




initial reactions

I don't know who I hate more. Take fucking stupid ass Morrison, or Ella Frank who I so want to strangle.

hell if I know if I want to rate this 2 stars or 4.