He stared at me, unblinking, unflinching. “I’m taking your love of MILF porn to the grave with me, don’t worry.” The expression on his face was like he was torn between being okay with the idea and being completely against it.

“You know more about me than anyone else does.”Ī sudden memory of the night in my bed where he’d admitted his fear as a kid pecked at my brain, relaxing me, making me smile. “I know, Van.” His thumb massaged me again for all of about three seconds. “No.” How did he know all this stuff? How? Unsure of how I was feeling, I coughed and started to reach up to mess with my glasses before I realized what I was doing and snuck my hand under my thigh, ignoring the knowing look on Aiden’s dumb face. You can’t see things up close, and you’re terrified of the dark.” He raised those thick eyebrows. You start picking at the corner of your eye when you feel uncomfortable or fool around with your glasses. You have three sisters I hope I never meet and one brother. Then, as if to really seal the deal I didn’t know was resting between us, he said, “You like waffles, root beer, and Dr. “I pay attention,” The Wall of Winnipeg stated. “How do you know this?” I asked him slowly. Who was this man and where was the Aiden I knew?

“I know everything.” He said it like he really believed it.

“How do you know when I do that?” My tone was just as astonished as it should be. “I’m not going to say anything,” I said, even as I reached up with the hand furthest away from him and put it behind my head, extending my middle finger in hopes that the idiot yelling would see it.

“Don’t bother, Van,” he demanded, pokerfaced. some how and some magical way I found myself laughing, tearing up, falling literally IN LOVE with Aiden and Vanessa! If Aiden was real, single, and into latinas I would find a way to make him my husband! Zapata quiet literally molds this man thru character development into someone you wish was tangible (if you read the book and find someone like him please let me know!).“GO BACK TO DALLAS!” the man sitting somewhere behind us yelled again, and the hold Aiden still had on the back of my neck tightened imperceptibly. She also made the FMM, the wonderful miss Vanessa, extremely relatable, so relatable in fact that I could practically see myself in her shoes! So when Vanessa said Aiden, the MMC was trash, in my eyes he was TRASH!īUT!. When I first read this book I thought it was going to slow, even for me a slow burn lover! I realized it’s because the wonderful author, Mariana Zapata, made me hate the MMC and I couldn’t see where the love story was coming from. my body is still humming over the excitement from this book but already dipping into depression that there aren’t any more pages to read!

The winnipeg and me