Now while I enjoyed Simon and Magnolia’s story I did feel like I was rushed through the last half of it. Things moved fast, and with Magnoloa’s past I felt like it was too much too soon. On top of that, Magnolia had a prominent stutter throughout the entire story. The stuttering made it distracting to read, interrupting the flow of the story. The lack of explanation left me confused as to why she stuttered so much and it was so prominent. I found myself focusing more on why she was stuttering than I did focusing on what was happening in their story.
Overall the romance was a sweet instalove. The characters made for an adorable couple with strong friendships.
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from my right. Beep. Beep. Beep. Again
and again, the sound causes my temples to throb. Even though my eyes are still
pinched closed, I know this is not my room, and I am not in my bed. Without
warning, the events that led me here flash through my mind: hitting Simon’s
truck and the subsequent ambulance ride. I remember the CT scan, and being
given pain medication. I must have fallen asleep shortly after that.
cringe at the smell of antiseptic hanging in the air. God, I hate hospitals.
immediately close them again. Whimpering at the brightness of the room, I sink
farther into the small, firm mattress before steeling my resolve to try again.
before peeling the other open as well. “So bright,” I whine to myself,
squinting up at the light above me. My head feels like an entire drumline has
taken it as their practice space; the thrumming and pounding is incessant.
head to face the far wall of the small hospital room, only to startle at the
sight of the most gorgeous man I’ve ever laid eyes on sleeping in the chair in
the corner, his light-brown hair messy, his chiseled jaw covered in stubble.
“S-Simon?” I whisper, more to myself than to him.
wire to his skin. “You’re up?” He lunges from the chair toward me, gently taking
my hand in his, scanning my body before bringing his deep-blue eyes to mine.
“Are you—fuck, you have no idea how happy I am to see those baby-blue eyes
right now. Let me call for your doctor.”
let out the most pathetic whimper, halting him. “Don’t go,” I beg.
button,” he assures me, leaving me feeling foolish, even though that wasn’t his
words. She’s been writing stories and poems for as long she can remember. A
Southern girl through and through, Kate resides in beautiful, sunny LA—that’s
Lower Alabama, y’all—with her amazing husband and three wonderful children. When
she’s not writing, you can find her snuggled up on the couch watching nature
documentaries while she crochets or with her nose in a book. All Kate really
wants in this life is her family happy, strong coffee, a good book and more
Happily Ever After’s.