Our Ride To Forever Honeywood Fun Park Series, Book #3
Reviews
ok this has been my favourite of the series so far. i genuinely loved it! nothing that i didn’t like about it either.
it was so cute and sweet. it had my heart melting almost throughout the whole book. i got quite emotional because omg poor thing Orson, but thank God not in vain.
it’s been an easy read, quite funny and the most spicy of all. their chemistry and genuine love was so charming.
i also found lovely the Greek family dynamic, names, words, home decor 🥲
another note : i liked the idea of the almost parallel storyline of each book and how they hint and integrate with each other while being complete standalones.
Highlights
Maybe marriage isn’t about who does the dishes or the laundry or why he leaves his socks under the bedsheets even after he makes the bed —bless his heart— or who took out the trash last. But it’s about how you feel. It’s about who is there when you need someone most. And I want Orson there for every single moment.
“Hey. It’s gonna be fine,” she says. “You know that, right?”
And after a few seconds of staring at her eyes —those beautiful green eyes— I give a small nod.
“Yes,” I say. “I know it will be.”
She smiles.
One look at her, and I know it will all be perfectly fine.
“But anyone can see how much he loves you in less than two seconds of being around you,” she continues. “He loves you. He’s so desperately in love with you that it’s sickening. You’re a lucky bitch, and you don’t even know it.”
Meghan is right. Theo needs someone. A long-term friend who won’t fall in love with her. Someone to prove to her that she isn’t a vacation friend.
Plus, we’re really good at being best friends. It just needs to stay that way this time around. Then, nobody can get hurt.
Not Theo.
And not my aching heart.
🥺🥺😩
And then Orson smiles, and right where my heart sank, it’s like he reached his hand in and plucked it back out.
“She loves it.”
And the word is expressive and filled with poison. But if she’s poison and I’m the victim, I’ll gladly accept my slow, agonizing death.
“You know, I learned a while ago it’s best to just let Theo do what Theo wants,” he says. “Why cage a bird that needs to fly?”
I can’t imagine a reality where Theo isn’t doing her best. And if she’s not, what was the whole point of this arrangement anyway?
What was the point of getting my heart broken?
It only took me two months to fall for her. Two months of messing around, calling each other husband and wife with stupid grins on our faces. Playing house, like two children who didn’t want to grow up. But then it hit me one night as I ran a single finger through her dark curls, watching as she snored next to me like a worn-out puppy. I knew I didn’t want another woman in my bed anymore. I wanted Theo.
oh poor thing.
He knows what I’m thinking.
I know he knows what I’m thinking.
He knows I know he knows what I’m thinking.
“they don’t know that we know they know we know.“
iykyk —literally.
«I make the awkward moment more awkward. It’s my only defense mechanism.»
This book appears on the shelf Genre historical romance
This book appears on the shelf Time historical medieval
