Oh how I wanted to love this book! I went into it with all the bias, all the excitement because queer black women's romances are my serotonin. So I felt really let down when this book ended up being such a disappointment. To its credit, I loved the premise and the conflict that the narrative was built on but I really struggled with the execution of the storytelling. The author obesses too much on minor details, making parts of the story feel extremely banal and as well as that, the dialogue was very cringe. In places, I felt like it had a natural flow but then it would lose that naturalness and start to feel contrived. But to end on a positive, this book has some really sizzling spicy scenes, which gave the story much needed excitement. Despite the excruciating sappy and clichéd epilogue, which I honestly could've done without, I love how this book celebrates women's love and how much it appreciates Black women.