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A review by ohthatmomglow
Only When It's Us by Chloe Liese
5.0
Okay, I almost never cry reading books. In fact, I avoid that shit. But I teared up 3 times reading this book, and I loved every second of it. This book is a beautiful work of love and understanding of differences and the various forms of grief that life can throw our way. I loved reading this book, and I was recommending it to friends before I even finished reading it. In fact, I was recommending it before we got to any spiciness -- and that is truly saying something amongst my friend group. Chloe has launched herself to the top of my must-reads list and I am immediately picking up book two in the series -- even though I know it's going to make me feel feelings. Gross. ;)
“With what ifs also comes hope, and with hope comes the possibility of disappointment. Its scary to hope and dream.”
“I watch his hands grip and wipe the towel, then unbutton the cuffs and slowly fold the fabric along his arms. Its another damn forearm striptease as he rolls up soft, warm flannel. This one’s christmas tree green, checkered with white and wine red. Its festive as hell. He looks like a Yuletide wet dream.”
“My voice is husky. I sound like my panties are drenched and the lace of my bralette is about to curl off my burning skin because -– thems the facts.”
“I’d rather be afraid with you, than fearless with anybody else.”
“I think that’s what it means to love, the way I love you. To love so much, you feel broken open and at the same time, healed. Maybe that’s what it means to be vulnerable. Maybe that’s intimacy. Whatever it is. Whatever it means. I don’t want it to ever end.”
“With what ifs also comes hope, and with hope comes the possibility of disappointment. Its scary to hope and dream.”
“I watch his hands grip and wipe the towel, then unbutton the cuffs and slowly fold the fabric along his arms. Its another damn forearm striptease as he rolls up soft, warm flannel. This one’s christmas tree green, checkered with white and wine red. Its festive as hell. He looks like a Yuletide wet dream.”
“My voice is husky. I sound like my panties are drenched and the lace of my bralette is about to curl off my burning skin because -– thems the facts.”
“I’d rather be afraid with you, than fearless with anybody else.”
“I think that’s what it means to love, the way I love you. To love so much, you feel broken open and at the same time, healed. Maybe that’s what it means to be vulnerable. Maybe that’s intimacy. Whatever it is. Whatever it means. I don’t want it to ever end.”