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So unrealistic.”
“Excuse me?” Liam asked, eyeing the offending book.
“Nothing,” I huffed.
“Doesn’t look like nothing,” he countered.
“Freaking Natalie and her fairy tale bullshit.” I let out a breath so heavy a lock of hair blew away from my face.
The tiniest smirk curled on Liam’s lips. “Now we’re getting somewhere.”
“Don’t get me wrong, I’m thrilled she got the happy ending she was searching for, but that’s not for everyone. These books she reads—there’s no way ninety-nine percent of these scenarios would ever happen. It’s false advertising for how life and love actually unfold, creating unrealistic expectations for men and women alike.”
How so?”
Narrowing my eyes across the table at him, I challenged, “Have you ever read one of these romance novels?”
“Can’t say that I have,” he admitted.
“Well, let me enlighten you. They’re all variations of the same story—the girl usually has some kind of a hang-up, and this perfect man comes along and makes her believe in love. Blah, blah, blah. Then something happens, a conflict, and they break up—every damn time. Then someone realizes they’re an idiot and apologizes—sometimes there’s a grand gesture—but they always end up back together. Life doesn’t work like that. Not all women are broken, and not all men are perfect. And don’t even get me started on how all the men are gods in bed with huge dicks.”
Liam snorted. “Are they not, then?”
“Don’t.” I was not in the mood and threw him a death glare.
Throwing his hands up in defense, he asked, “What? I can only speak for myself, so I don’t know what all the other men are up to.”
“Not funny, Liam.”
Those piercing blue eyes found mine. “Who said I was joking, Amy?
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