Time doesn’t heal.
Makes you stronger,
Now that I’m
Xavier Scott can’t
hurt me again,
Won’t hurt me.
I’ve seen my share of
And released it.
After one look,
And I’m that broken,
naive girl again.
I want him,
My body aches for
My soul needs him.
But, my head will be
damned to fall for that again,
Fall for X.
He stole my heart
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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
“The hovering was driving her nuts, so she called Hadley for
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
“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.
MEET S.L. ZIEGLER
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.
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