Skye followed her long time boyfriend to Seattle for their first year of college, but he dumped her after only a week. The relationship brought only
pain and destruction in Skye’s life, and yet, she can’t bring herself to open up and live her life.
“Don’t you trust me?” Now he’s playing the sympathy card. Sometimes I’d like to hit him with the heaviest textbook I own.
I was so excited to start this book & I’ll say this…it did not disappoint! Skye is fragile but has a great inner strength. Duke is pretty swoon worthy and he also has a great depth with many different layers.
Skye Walker has a secret. A terrible one. She buries it deep and hides herself from observant eyes. Always alone and unapproachable, Skye tries to live and forget, but it’s almost impossible, when the biggest nightmare of her life is still so close. She feels like there is no room for her to breathe anymore. Pretending to be happy and normal is quite easy when no one looks close, but hiding her extreme depression and horrible secret from eyes of a man who can see through her is another case. Especially when this man is her hot TA from psychology class and knows what means to be depressed as well.
The romance is slow-building and that makes it feel more realistic. The supporting characters were also great.
“I almost killed you in front of your parents. Talk about a first impression,” she says with a laugh bubbling at the surface, making me chuckle with her.
The storyline is strong and holds its own without the romance. If you want a book that tells you an emotional story that about love, fear, guilt and strength, then this is the book for you. I highly recommend you give it a read. Patch Up is a beautiful, yet dark book that will have your all of your emotions running on high. It reveals the havoc that other people’s brutal ‘games’ can cause and demonstrates the extraordinary mental and physical strength of human beings. But most importantly, it showcases how one person can really change the world for someone else.
(The first meeting)
Without paying attention to my surroundings, I turn to my left to walk toward the row closer to the door where a seat is available. I take a step and collide with a hard body, almost toppling me over on the ground for the second time in less than an hour. A strong hand grips me firmly by the forearm. My body stiffens and my breath catches in my throat. It’s as if I can’t move besides yanking my arm free without looking up to see who I collided with.
“Are you all right?” he asks me in a deep and calm voice.
My eyes wander from my red Converse to his dark boots. I have to calm down. I’m being ridiculous. Calm down. I take a deep breath and look up slowly. Long, muscled legs in beat up dark blue jeans, an old black leather jacket open over a dark grey V-neck sweater that showcases an impressive tall body with broad shoulders and finally, longish and messy black hair, perfect straight nose, full lips, high cheekbones and expressive soft dark eyes that lock with my bluish-greyish ones. He looks older with his goatee perfectly trimmed. A perfect hot mess many girls would say. I’m just intimidated by this stranger, though.
“I’m fine,” I reply, my voice even. I push away some of my untamed locks and curse my auburn frizzy hair that is always all over the place.
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