I genuinely love the intimacy of this one, like I’ve reread it about 6 (or 7) times and I can never get enough. The dialogue between the two, at home or at work, truly makes it such a wonderful read. (I’m sorry for the horrible joke)
“Boy, you don’t wanna mess with me (mess with me)— why, cause I’m a jealous, jealous, jealous girl—if i can’t have you baby, if i can’t have you baby…”
It’s such a stark difference between this novel and the other, the titles fit perfectly for it though summer for warmth, winter for coldness