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I debated answering that question genuinely. Not because I didn’t want Lucas to know the truth, but because this encounter had been filled with enough dramatics, and adding my ill-fated day to it was too much.

No,” I rushed out. “Obviously. I meant you look different from what I expected. You know, from your voice. That’s all.” I shook my head. “And I’m— God. I’m sorry. For all of this. I just—” Because this man was the one cousin I had secretly hoped would be at the wedding. The only one who had made my stomach flutter with anticipation at the simple thought of meeting him. Of getting those two mandatory cheek kisses from him. Of exchanging pleasantries. Of perhaps dancing with him. Of having him see me in my maid of honor gown. Of finally having him in front of me.And just when I thought I’d collected myself enough to say something else— hopefully marginally smart— his lips stretched. That puzzled look dissolved completely, giving way to a smile and whatever words had climbed to my mouth crumbed. and i was totally down for the roommates/forced proximity aspect, but then the fake-dating was also thrown into the mix... and it just meant the book had too much going on, and while trying to juggle it all, lost any semblance of structure and direction. i think the story should have just been roommates to lovers OR fake-dating, not both. It’s great on crushes and longing and the deep satisfaction of a slow-burn romance eventually reaching boiling point. This romcom is fresh, funny and highly enjoyable.’ Daily Mail The way Lucas was soo surprised and pissed at Rosie because she had such low standards was another reason why I fell in love with him . He hated the fact that Rosie was thankful for things that was literally what we call the bare minimum. As girls it’s true we set the bar soo low WE ALL DESERVE A LUCAS.

i was acting very questionably while reading this book. i was up all night finishing it and screaming into my pillow at times. Lucas has just a way with words that had me thinking very unhinged things…and the way he’s just so down and deep for Rosie…honestly it pissed me tf off because i know men like him just simply don’t exist in real life. It’s really you,” I heard myself mumble as I stared at him. “You’re really here. And your hair is different. Longer and—” My hands. They were around his upper arms in a death grip. Around what I now realized were very firm upper arms. Lined with muscles. Hard ones. Flexed ones. i just... it all felt so basic. there’s just no subtly. Lucas drops a compliment or sexual innuendo about Rosie every few sentences. and Rosie, every damn time, is like “OH super weird! it sounds like he’s flirting!? like he likes me?! impossible”. and originally, it was understandable with the type of person Rosie is, and i sympathised because ive always been really bad at knowing when someone flirts with me. but ffs, by the tenth compliment that was dropped in the span of a chapter, i couldn’t bare it any longer. she was on her period and was craving cronuts after having a bad day…but it was nighttime so the place was closed. so the next day he remembers and buys her cronuts and brings them to her. the little things>>>>>>>i read you like you were my favorite book, rosie. like i've memorized you." he lifted my hips so we were both on our knees. My lips were a pale shade of pink and I’d done my eyes in natural tones, achieving an almost no-makeup look. I looked good. I knew that. I wasn’t a fashion or lifestyle inuencer by any means, but I usually took care of what I wore, of how I looked. Except for my hair. That, I always neglected. Let it fall in a disarray of waves. But not today. Not tonight. The American Roommate Experiment PDF Book Free No, no, no,” I heard the words coming out of my mouth in a whimper, one of my hands reaching out. Unsuccessfully. Because— Ignoring my unfortunate and not at all threatening choice of words, I set the call on speaker and a few seconds later, the emergency dispatcher’s voice filled the apartment. Nine-one-one, what’s your emergency? Lucas’s voice came from somewhere behind me. I was ready to tell him he had another thing coming if he thought he’d be sleeping on the couch again, that I was preparing it for myself, but the words died on the tip of my tongue when I turned and encountered the sight before me.

From the author of the Goodreads Choice Award winner The Spanish Love Deception, the eagerly anticipated follow-up featuring Rosie Graham and Lucas Martín, who are forced to share a New York apartment.

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Neither of us said anything for a long time and then, when I was no longer sure whether he was asleep or not, I heard him say, “ Buenas noches, Rosie.” Like how I knew Lucas actually loved pineapple on pizza just because it was still food—something I’d never understand. Or how I also knew that he had gotten that tiny scar on his chin by tripping over the leash of Taco—his beautiful Belgian shepherd—and falling on his face. Or how I had learned that he prefers sunrises over sunsets. I heard it earlier, he answered casually. You know, when you told the emergency dispatcher. Right after you called me deranged. Sorry,” I breathed out, the blush I knew was covering my face spreading throughout my whole body. “Did you . . . hum . . . Did you say something?”