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Olé.
Because... Is there another word for this? I don't think so.
This book is simply and plainly gorgeous. So right on so many levels. An ambush of feelz. I didn't stand a chance. Trainwreck. If this story wasn't written there would be a Law that states that someone has to make it true ASAP. Affair of State. Because it fills a space no other book does. It's truly amazing. My Hank... he indeed makes me swoon. 
Let's make a tower to the sky.
Castells are human towers where each casteller stands on the shoulders of the one below. The height can vary from four to ten storeys. 
Each casteller has his own position and function within the castell, even if the tower seems to form at random to an outsider. 
The motto of the castellers is, in Catalonian: "Força, equilibri, valor i seny" (Strength, Balance, Courage and Common sense).
I’m going to adapt, in a very clumsy way, this statement to this book.
Strength:
No, I’m not referring to Hank’s bulk. That’s too obvious on the outside. But that’s not why I fell in love with him. Hank isone of those characters that gets stuck in your mind because of his inner self. He’s grumpy but at the same time you know there is so much to tell. Things like his kindness, his loyalty, his innocence, his wits, his sense of humor, his sense of making things right, his doubts, his insecurity, his shyness. He has such a strong personality. You know he’s in the scene because you just feel the change in the air. 
And what about Sloane? I can’t push him aside, he’s funny and ingenious. I loved his thoughts when he first sees Hank and can’t help himself from wondering how it would be. How it would feel being with Hank. There is an instant pull and he just needs to know more about him. Sloane is adorable and made me smile several times. He is adorable, aways with something clever to say, even in the most unexpected moments. 
They were awkward with each other at first. A situation that was hidden under the “frenemy” charade. If you can’t hide your feelings of longing, transform it into animosity. But they couldn’t fool me. They were terribly adorable, confusing thoughts buzzing in their heads, self-deceptions in order to convince themselves it was just annoyance, attempts to avoid coming to terms about a simple task. Everything was so moving and cute sometimes I believed I was going to explode from the pleasure.
Balance:
In truth I was smiling the whole way because this book is just that way, small proofs of good vibes sending me shivers down my spine. Not only because of the great environment the author managed to create. But also because of everything the author included in this story: smexy times, heart-wrenching moments, warm second characters and touching elements that put together made an harmonious ensemble. Like the perfect orchestra. Nothing was out of place, it was indeed the best recipe possible because of the great ingredients served in their proper quantities. And it was cozy and adorable and sexy and made you feel full of satisfaction. Nutritive yet tasty and as addictive as the Oreo cookies.
Let’s say, it’s a Christmas story and only with that you think of sugar and sugar and more sugar. I expected a very sappy tale, with some moral meaning with a final lectura of Santa Claus telling you the Christmas spirit comes from believeing in the power of family and blablablá. No. No. No. Just the opposite, this story is universal, it could have happened in any other period of the year and it wouldn’t have sounded strange. It was in tune with myself all the while. Like the best music that complements your feelings in every moment.
Courage:
Because it’s heroic to achieve this! Eli Easton dared, and I love her for that. True, she had the imagination and creativeness necessary to picture this story. But would have been nothing if not for they obvious infinite talent (or close to infinite). She just rolled up her sleeves, took a deep breath ans said: “Yes, this can definitely work. Bring it on. I'm ready”. And ow, she aced. All the subjects: the birth of love, the development of a fierce friendship, the adorable companionship, the growth of trust, the overwhelming loyalty, the endless laughs, the warm touches, the welcoming surroundings… It was too wonderful to be true.
Common sense:
But nothing of this got lost in its own greatness. It didn’t went out of hand or became victim of its own success. Everything was impregnated with a feeling of truth and reality. It’s a book that makes you fly but it also makes you keep both feet firmly planted on the ground. Every character was unique in their own sphere but they were never exaggerated or forced. They flowed easily, as the soft side of velvet.
Now beards rock my world.
*Sighs*
And damn, that first by-chance-or-by-accident-but-not-so approach was too erotic for words. I won't read "derriere" again and not think about that scene. Only imagining it I know that I will have problems and endless frustration because I'm for sure spoiled for future books. My mind has a life of its own and goes back again and again to that moment. I can be a while immersed in my thoughts with my saliva drooling to the floor.
But that's not all because the final scene deserves a section for itself. The characters were truly in sync that time and wow, what a moment. I don't mean the ending but the scene I was longing for the whole book. It's one of the most sensual and thrilling hot scenes I've ever seen. It felt like that phantom limb itching under your skin. These characters don't exist in real life but they indeed gets deep inside you. Or I get deep inside them. I'm not sure. I just know that for a couple of minutes, I was not myself but I was somebody else. I was Sloane and Hank. It was an incredible extasis after a series of devastating and steamrolling events. This is exactly what I'm looking for when I read books. Language too limited to say how satisfied I am because of this book in general, and that scene in particular. Damn.
To sum it up: Olé, olé and olé.
Yes, I know, I'm a living cliché.
