Time doesn't heal.
Makes you stronger, rougher,
Now that I'm back,
Xavier Scott can't hurt me again,
Won't hurt me.
I've seen my share of pain,
And released it.
After one look,
And I'm that broken, naive girl again.
I want him,
My body aches for him,
My soul needs him.
But, my head will be damned to fall for that again,
Fall for X.
He stole my heart before,
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Taking a deep breath, I open the door. I pop open my mouth, only to close it just as fast. My vision goes to Naomi’s face, with her stage makeup caked on, but her hair down, falling over her shoulders. In waves. Begging me to wrap my hand around it.
But that’s not what does me in.
Not even in the slightest.
Naomi is in a bra and panties.
Black lace bra and see through panties at that.
I’m in heaven—I’m in holy hell.
“Oh lord, X, I thought you were Penny.” She’s breathless, but makes zero attempt to cover herself up.
Lord, strike me dead or help a brother out. Because either way, I’m fucked.
I drop the flowers over the bulge in my pants and gather strength to speak without my voice cracking like a twelve-year-old boy. “Do you open the door like that to everyone?”
“What if I did?” She props her hands on hips, and each time her chest moves, the piercings in her nipples catch the light like a fire—a fire that is spreading over me.
“I would say I need to knock on your door more often.”
Every single goddamn day. Every damn hour. Every damn minute. Naomi is my damn angel standing right in front of me.
“I think you knocked on my door two times too many. Where’s Charlie?”
“The hovering was driving her nuts, so she called Hadley for a sleepover.”
She raises her brow, but a grin plays on her lips. Naomi’s happy I’m here. “Why are you here?”
Clearing my throat over the emotions trying to get out, I take a stab at a conversation. “I wanted to give you these and tell you I enjoyed the show.”
Naomi eyes the flowers, the grin turning into a smirk. “Why are you really here?”
Swallowing deeply, I feel my Adam’s apple bob in my throat. “To see if you wanted to go on a date with me.”
A date. A real one where I don’t have to hide her from anyone or keep her a secret. A date that’s seven years too late.
I’m so fucking addicted to her, all that she does, the way she moves.
“Because I want to?” It comes out as a question, only I didn’t want it to.
“Yes, just one.”
“Xavier, we’ve tried to make this into something it clearly wasn’t. Why would we try to do that again?”
I take a step closer to her. “It’s not clear from my side. I think about you all the time.”
“You think about what’s between my legs, nothing more.”
I stare into her dark brown eyes, and with every breath she takes, I know her words are just a shield she’s using to protect herself. “It’s much more than that…so much more. I think about your tits, your moans, your screams. Don’t get me wrong, the sex is good.”
Another inch closer to her, and her chest moves rapidly.
“Fucking eye rolling, teeth clenching, earth splitting in two, fantastic. But that’s not the only thing I want. I want you. Your brain, the conversations. You. It’s you. That help your pride any?”
“Can I tell you something?”
“I want you. In more ways than I can count.” Another step closer, I now tower over her.
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4 Stars from Renee!
Like Watching a Tennis Match...
Whew! S.L. Zigler likes the back and forth in a relationship. I wouldn't call it angst, as much as immaturity on both parts. Either way, it worked for me most of the time. Others, I wanted to smack them around and little and tell them to either make it work or stop altogether.
While I liked X (Xavier) and what he'd overcome in the past and the man he is today, I didn't like that he instantly and I mean instantly, macked on his best friends nineteen year old daughter. A daughter he hasn't seen since she was nine mind you. So the creep factor started out pretty high with ol' X, he had lots more growing on me to do.
Now Naomi isn't innocent in all of this creepiness, as she admired X from afar all those years ago when he was a huge rockstar. Kind of a little Tom Cruise/Katie Holmes thing there. Soon enough Naomi finds out that X is very set in his ways. Necessary ways that help keep him on the straight and narrow. Leaving her pretty much on the outside of his life.
"I needed Naomi. She was my calm. Not the storm."
This guy had one funny way of showing it. He was all in and in a split second was out and running away as fast as he could. I mean at one point they were just about mid-cotius and he picked a fight with her and left. Seemed to be his M.O., he wanted her, but the minute she was there, he would run her off by saying the meanest things to her. Weird dude.
Naomi had her own life, albeit one made she lonelier without X. Every so often she would woman up and tell him to leave her alone, however would end up right back in his bed. She was weak for him, as much as she didn't want to be. These two deserved each other.
With friends, family, kids, exes and pretty much anything you can think of in the way of this budding relationship, made for an interesting read. S.L. Ziegler did a nice job with the drama, while adding in a hint of angst. The storyline is predictable, however I like the road we took to finally get there.
The book is well written from dual points of view and came with a prologue Borrowed Tyme, so we learn how these two crazy kids met. Be kinda neat to see Lock, Naomi's dad get a little story of his own, as he seemed like an interesting guy.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
S L is a self-described book junkie. She spent her whole life with her head in the clouds, dreaming of characters and imagining how their stories will play out. It wasn’t till later when those stories in her head became too much to handle and made it onto paper. When SL isn’t reading or writing, she is spending her time with her two crazy kids and husband. Where they reside in a home just outside of Atlanta. SL is true buckeye fan and lives for the weekends where she can drink a glass of wine and devour the books waiting on her Kindle.