This is the book that shows us how Liam Westbury becomes Liam Page.
The first half of the book consists of Liam in Beaumont, being the star QB, living unhappy in his parents' house, with a father only concerned about his sports career and an absent mother, Liam’s only consolation is Mason (his best friend ) and Josie (his forever girl). Liam has a very hard time because of all the pressures he endures and when he tries to talk to Josie about this she does not understand him. Liam is drowning more and more and everything gets worse when he goes to college. At first he and Mason were going to go to the University of Texas together, but at the last moment Mason decides to stay home to stay close to his girlfriend Katelyn. So Liam is alone in texas, without playing a single game and with the only consolation of performing some nights in bars with open mic. When her grandmother appears out of nowhere and tells her to pursue her dreams, she decides to drop out of college and goes to see Josie. He doubts if he takes her with him to the angels but in the end he decides not to because he sees her happy in his life, so he romoe with her and leaves without looking back.
The second part of the book focuses on Liam’s beginnings in the world of music, how he met Harrison through his grandmother's friends, his first performances, his first night with a girl other than Josie, how he met Sam (her manager), his relationship with her both personally and professionally until the day he received the news of Mason's death, which is how “forever my girl “ begins (the first book in the series).
I would have liked to read what happened with Josie during those 10 years, his pov since in this one we only see him from Liam's. Knowing about the history of these 2 characters I understand why liam needed to leave but I do not understand how easy it was that Josie made it when he returned to Beaumont.
“We’re soul mates, Liam. You’ll always be a part of me.” How she knows this is beyond me, but I feel something when I’m with her. She’s my sun and moon, the air that sustains my life. She can bring me down and make me weak in the knees with one look. If this is what it means to have a soul mate then I guess she’s right. “Hey, Jojo.” “Yeah?” she yells back. “I’m going to marry you someday.” Her mouth drops open and her eyes go wide. I wink before pulling the helmet onto my head and run out to meet the rest of the team. I know I’m young and just committed myself for life, but it feels like the first right thing I’ve done all year.
“No one back home understands this music thing, but I feel ” “At peace when you’re playing?” I nod. “How do you know?” “Your grandfather was the same way. He’d play for hours in the garage just blowing that old horn and when I asked him once why, he said because it’s the only time when the voices aren’t telling him what to do.” I smile and agree. “That’s exactly how I feel. I lay in bed at night and the anxiety is so much I feel like it’s trying to drown me. What was his name, my grandfather?” Betty lights up. “Charlie Page.” “Page is my middle name,” I say and she nods. “At least my mom gave me that.” “If you don’t like football, why do you do it?” I shrug. “It’s hard to stop something you’ve been doing for so long, but my heart isn’t in it.” “What’s your heart telling you, Mr. Liam Page?” I like the way she says my name. I say it a few times in my head. “It’s telling me to try music.” “I think you should listen.”She pulls me close and whispers. “Follow only your dreams, Liam.”
She’s happy and I’m not. Josie’s living her dream, or at least she thinks she is. The thing is I can’t continue to live like this. I can’t. I can’t pretend anymore, to her, to my friends, and to myself. I feel like my head is under a pillow and I’m unable to breathe. I’m suffocating and I don’t know how to stop it.
“Can’t what? You’re scaring me, baby. Come in and we’ll talk about it. We’ll call your coach and fix this.” I feel a sense of relief wash over when she says we’ll call my coach. That is exactly what I don’t want and I know I’ve made the right decision. I don’t want to play football anymore and she’s tied to football. “I can’t be with you anymore, Josephine.” I don’t look at her when I say these words. I turn and walk away, ignoring her voice as she calls my name. I run down the hall, my feet suddenly free, zigzagging through the people that just witnessed my girl and I break up. I love my girl. I love her so much. Hearing her cry is killing me, breaking me. When my eyes become unfocused and watery I realize I need her. I can’t do this. I can’t go to Los Angeles without her. I take a step toward her when I see Mason running toward her dorm. She called for Mason, not me. She didn’t follow me out of her room when she could’ve. She could’ve come after me, chased me down the hall, but she chose not to. She could be standing in front of me, pounding on my chest and telling me how much she hates me, but she’s not. She chose not to follow me.
Her mouth leaves mine, her teeth biting my ear lobe. “My place is down the street. Want to get out of here?” I don’t know if I do, but I take her hand in mine and lead us to the door. Everything about her is foreign, but what we’re doing seems natural even if I feel like this is wrong, like I’m cheating. Everything about this moment is intense and different from anything I’ve ever experienced before.
“I’m lonely.” The words have more meaning than I’m willing to admit. She nods, understanding what I mean. “You’re fucking hot, Sam.”“Yes,” she answers as she unhooks her garter belt and slides her thong down her legs. “I want this with you.” She kisses me hard, pulling me forward. I rest on top of her, letting her feel my weight before sitting back on my knees. I rip open the foil wrapper and sheath my erection. “Who’s Jojo?” she asks, her fingers tracing the name inked on my skin. “No one you’ll ever be,” I reply, capturing her lips. It’s only when she stiffens do I realize my mistake, but it’s too late. She’s already encased me, and unless she tells me to stop, I’m not going to. I need this. I need this to feel whole again and not so broken.
She doesn’t feel the need to hide herself, and I can’t really blame her, she’s beautiful. Harrison and Way didn’t seem to care, but I did for a time, and it looks like last night, I started caring again. I think I have two options: I can get up, head right to the shower, then rush out the door to the studio or to Harrison’s, or I can get up and walk out there like nothing has changed, except everything has. I can tell my heart over and over again not to feel anything, but the sad fact is, it does. Sam gets me. She understands the industry. She knows about this life. As much as I’ve been resisting her, my body responds to her with admiration. I’ll just never accept that I love her, I can’t.
To this day, I still have her hate-filled voicemail that I listen to when I need to remind myself why I’m here. I can still see her eyes when I’m telling her that I can’t be with her. I was a coward that night. I still am a coward. So many times, I could’ve gone back and told her everything. I could’ve answered any one of her calls, but the thought of letting her down, the thought of her being so disappointed in me, broke me. I know what I did was wrong, and someday I’ll make it up to her. I don’t know how or when that will be, but it will happen.