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195 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 6, 2014
Keira was constantly in my thoughts. I didn't fantasize about her in a physical or sexual way because I respected her too much, but I didn't think about other women that way, which was odd. I used my bedroom conquests to dissolve my hatred and anger, but I didn't need that anymore either.I had no intention of liking this book. From the cover to the possibly disastrous premise, it looked like something I could laugh at. But it was free, so I got it.
So what did I need?
I used to pick up a different girl every night and take her back to my place. But I hadn't done that in two months. I thought I would be sexually frustrated but I wasn't. It was peaceful, actually. All the things I relied on to stay sane disappeared. But that left me questioning who I was. Without the things I needed, what did I become? I didn't know.
"What about you?" Adriana asked. "What do you look for, Liam?" She passed me the ball.There's something magical about having low expectations.
I made a shot then retrieved it. "I don't care."
"You don't care?" she asked incredulously. "There are no features you find particularly attractive?"
"All women are beautiful. Why strip them down and stereotype them?"
Bran laughed. "Yeah right. You're the biggest manwhore out of all of us."
"But I'm not a jerk to women you don't deem to be attractive enough," I said. "I treat all women with respect. If they walk away after I tell them what I want, I don't chase them or make them feel low because of it."
Now that we were done, her usual awkwardness descended. She seemed to be at war with herself about something.I liked this book for the strong relationships scattered throughout (Scotty, ahem) and the distinct lack of stupid conflict. Though Keira annoyed me at first, she really found her own, and after her transformation I connected to her easier. Her trauma was never forgotten or brushed over because of something petty like hotness. I lacked an emotional connection towards this book, which I regret, but I think it might be because the guardedness she had to everyone else bled into her narrative. The writing was also withdrawn and a little tell-y. Really wish I connected to the book.
Finally, she said, "Can I get you something to drink?"
"Water, please." I stayed in my spot and didn't move for the door. I knew that's what she was worried about, accidentally inviting me in her house.
"I'll be right back—stay here."
"I'm too tired to move." I rested my arms on my knees.
That calmed her down. She went inside and fetched the waters. When she returned and handed one to me, I downed it. I was dehydrated from sweating so much. She drank her entire bottle then sat near me. She sat at an angle to me, far enough away so I couldn't touch her, but near enough so she could hear me speak.
The sun was setting and the air started to cool. She and I sat in companionable silence. I didn't pressure her to invite me inside. I just leaned back and enjoyed being with her.
We fell silent again.
"Do you like poker?" I didn't know any girls who did, but she might.
She nodded. "For the most part. But I've only played with Scotty, and we used Skittles for money."
I laughed loudly. She was so cute. I imagined her playing with Scotty in her room, tossing Skittles across the carpet. Cute? I thought she was cute? I never thought of girls that way. They were either fuckable or they weren't. But I didn't see Keira like that. I thought she was beautiful, not hot.