Reminiscing over old skool romance I've read. 
 I remember enjoying this book quite a lot. Much more than Whitney, My Love, which was full of two people trying (I swear) their damnedest to hurt each other. 
 Until You is much less angst filled, much less dark and depressing than Clayton's book, which was probably why I enjoyed it so much. It's still not light and fluffy, but it was so much more comfortable for me to read. 
 I think this is nearly 3.5 stars for me - from what I remember - but I haven't felt compelled to re-read it in many years.