Because no matter how many times Jared tries to push Tate away, she is always in his heart. It’s not so easy to bully her or to bottle up his feelings for her. But then, when Tate comes back, everything changes for him. We get to see how devastated Jared felt when he came home from his father’s, and how he kept spiraling downward, and pushing Tate away. “And I’m yours,” I added, a little calmer.” Mine,” I bit out every syllable, so she would fucking understand. You’re not my girlfriend, my girl, or my woman. “Girlfriend isn’t enough to describe you, Tate. *Sigh* Jared just makes me swoon so hard. Sometimes he takes it too far, but whenever that happens, we know that he feels guilty (even though he tries to be badass and not show it). What is it with boys who are totally hot but complete jerks? And WHY do I still keep on loving them? Maybe it’s the sweet side that they show only to the women they love, or maybe it’s the whole redemption thing, but whatever reason it is, I can’t stop reading about them! And Jared is probably my all-time favorite jerk. We get more of the year that Tate left for Europe (when Jared is totally moping about how Tate won’t be there with him for him to bully), more flashbacks of Jared and Tate’s childhood (they are the cutest!), and more of what happens after the end of Bully (which is YAY!!) And Penelope Douglas writes this all with Jared’s no nonsense, totally badass POV. Until You has so much more than what happens in Bully, and the timeline is longer. If you’re expecting Until You to just be a retelling of Bully in Jared’s POV, well, you’re in for a lovely surprise. I am completely head over heels in LOVE, and it’s all because of a boy named JARED. Jared will be the death of me, I swear. I don’t know how to describe my love for this beautiful book and series. She went to France for a year, and came back a different girl. Engaging her, challenging her, bullying her…they are my food, my air, and the last part of me that feels anything human.īut she left. The sight of her centers me, and I can pool all of my anger into her. We used to be friends, but I found out that I couldn’t trust her or anyone else.īut I still need her. But none of them can hurt me, because I don’t care about anything or anyone. Some people hate me for it, while others are scared of me. Traveling between fury and indifference with no stops in between. Have you ever been so angry that hitting things felt good? Or so numb that you actually felt high? The past few years have been like that for me. It is only appropriate for adult readers age 18+. ***This novel contains graphic sexual content and harsh language.

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