“Your
life might not be good for a girlfriend, but a girlfriend might be good for
your life.”
“You
are really racking up the profound statements tonight.”
“You’re
impossible.” she groans.
“Another
reason I should stay alone.”
“There
are far more reasons why you shouldn’t.” she says quietly.
“Careful,
that’s almost a compliment.” I warn her playfully, trying to lighten her mood.
She doesn’t respond. She’s playing the waiting game, fishing for more of a
response, and I know exactly where she learned it. The girl’s a natural because
I can’t help but turn to face her, sit up on my elbow and explain. “I don’t
want a woman playing mistress to my job. Being a PJ, though, I can’t offer much
more than that. And I told you what’s wrong with me. I don’t get attached. I
don’t make time or room for people easily. So I leave it alone.”
She
doesn’t respond. She barely breathes. I’m pretty sure it’s because I’m slowly
pulling my fingers through her hair. I hadn’t planned on doing it but now that I
am I don’t plan on stopping. Not until she tells me to. Her hair is long and
soft, softer than I knew hair could be, and I’m perfectly content to keep
dipping my fingers into it and watching the starlight shimmer off the strands
as I move them.
“Nick,”
she whispers, not looking at me. “You shouldn’t touch me.”
“Do
you want me to stop?” I ask. I’ve been around long enough to understand that shouldn’t
and can’t are not even vaguely the same thing.
“No.”
she breathes.
I
smile as I continue slipping my fingers through her hair. She lays perfectly
still, her only movement the occasional blink and the slow rise and fall of her
chest.
It’s
different this time, touching her. The other times, when her skin barely
brushed mine, I didn’t feel anything. Nothing to support her claim that it was
“dangerous”. Now, though, it feels different. My heart is skipping beats. Not a
lot, it’s not racing by any means, but every once in a while it trips and
misses a step.
When
she turns her face to look at me, it misses a big one.
Her
warm eyes are shining in the low light, not bothering to hide a thing.
Everything she feels is written plainly for me to see and it makes me feel
good. Nothing profound.
Just
good.
My Thoughts:
I was supposed to review this book for the tour, but I had a real hard time with it and don't feel that I can do so properly. I never really connected with the characters and the story felt a little too disjointed to me. I know that's probably due to the nature of the story, but it kept me from really settling into this book and enjoying it. As a result, I didn't finish it.
Bio:
I was supposed to review this book for the tour, but I had a real hard time with it and don't feel that I can do so properly. I never really connected with the characters and the story felt a little too disjointed to me. I know that's probably due to the nature of the story, but it kept me from really settling into this book and enjoying it. As a result, I didn't finish it.
I was born in Eugene, Oregon and studied English Literature at the University
of Oregon (Go Ducks!) It was there that I discovered why Latin is a dead
language and that being an English teacher was not actually what I wanted to do
with my life.
My
husband, my son and my 80lbs pitbull who thinks he's a lapdog are my world.
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