I refuse to accept that this series is over. I don't want to talk about it. I'M NOT READY TO TALK ABOUT THIS.
But it was amazing,
and I miss my girls already.
I loved how much Staci tackled in there was so much going on with out girls and them we got to this final book and it was all so beautiful. I loved the premise and the emotions and Ir elated to the main characters SO much. Both of them elicited emotion in me over and over again and I yelled out loud at this book far more than once.
Beautiful and heart hurting and just wonderful.
Chemistry is my love language.
I’ve always been able to separate feelings from chemosignals. A shot of dopamine, a dash of serotonin, and a sprinkle of oxytocin—and bam. You’re in love.
And when egg meets sperm, you’re pregnant.
I couldn’t even be surprised as I stared down at the little blue plus sign, because I knew exactly when and how, and with whom it happened.
When: approximately five weeks ago.
Who: one night stand.
How: prophylactic malfunction.
The upside? I don’t have to go looking for a suitable mate.
Genetically, he’s the cream of the crop. His musculature is a study in symmetry and strength, his height imposing and dominant. He is a man who thrives on control and command, a man who survives on intelligence and resourcefulness. A perfect male specimen.
And the whole package is wrapped up in a flawlessly tailored suit.
I’m having this baby, and he insists we’re well-suited to have it together. And what’s worse? He wants more, in the way of love and marriage.
But love isn’t real. It’s just a product of chemistry.
And if he changes my mind about that, we’re both in trouble.