Shaykitteh's World of Books

I try to give every book a fair chance. I really do try. But... but...

*sigh*

5% of the way into the book, the bride-to-be walks in on her fiance watching porn and masturbating. She reacts as if the world is coming to an end, as if he's cheating on her, as if this is the disaster to end all.

And it's straight porn, and vanilla sex, from the one sentence description of the scene.

Seriously? Ok, I can understand maybe being a little shocked walking in on your fiance while he's taking care of business, but here are my thoughts:

1. You don't live together yet, and you told him that you weren't coming over but then you did. Maybe call next time?

2. He's masturbating. Not cheating. There is a BIG difference.

I skimmed through the rest of the book to see what happens. Apparently this whole masturbation thing is a BIG DEAL and a burden on Tara as she has to keep it a secret, and they have to deal with it and decide if they're still going to get married or even remain as a couple after his "infidelity."

*rolls eyes*

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"Tar, it's not what you think!"

Perhaps if he had uttered anything else but those lying words used by every man caught in an act of infidelity in every B-grade movie ever made, I might have reacted differently.

Or not.

No matter what he'd told me, I would still have been caught in an unwinding spool.

Porn. He was watching porn. And not just watching it--

"Tar, please," Seth said. He reached for my hair.

Rage ripped into the horror and I slapped his hand away. Slapped it as hard as I could and recoiled backwards from the room and into the hall, where a few moments before I'd stood with my ear to the door thinking he was eating my cookies.

Seth moved with me but my straight-arming brought him up short. "You have to listen to me," he said. "It doesn't mean anything."

"Stop! Just stop!"

He didn't. I was screaming as I stumbled down the stairs, but he didn't stop saying it over and over--"It doesn't mean anything!"--as he tore after me.

I didn't stop either screaming or running. I didn't stop until I was at the front door with my pink trench coat and my purse. I didn't stop until he said it one more time, with tears clogging his voice.

"Tara, it doesn't mean anything."

Slowly I turned and stared at him. "No, Seth," I said. "It means everything."