After his meteoric rise to superstardom, Jim O'Brien is no longer a small-town boy who plays in bars and dreams of success. His handsome face is plastered on the covers of celebrity gossip magazines, and his voice alone is enough to make girls swoon...
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Jim walked out of the bedroom. A short while later, I heard voices that must have belonged to his friends, and then, the front door behind them closed.
I buried my face in the pillow and closed my eyes. With nothing else to do, I could get more sleep, but somehow, the few hours of rest I'd got were enough for me to feel energized.
My eyes roamed the empty side of the bed. Memories of what happened between Jim and me invaded my brain. I wondered what made me crave him like that, in a way I'd never wanted anyone before. My hormones took over my body whenever he was near me. I longed for his touch and loved his kisses. For someone who hadn't been intimate with a guy before, I didn't feel a tiny bit self-conscious when he touched and kissed me last night.
Yawning, I stretched in bed and left the warm sheets, deciding to take advantage of the free time I had and watch some TV or read one of the novels I had on my e-reader in my purse.
A long shower in Jim's dark-tiled, luxurious bathroom woke me up completely. As I swept my gaze over the beautiful framed mirror and the big bathtub in the center of the room, I wondered what exactly Jim did for a living.
I put on some of Jim's clothes he thoughtfully left for me and invited myself on a tour of my boyfriend's home.
There were three bedrooms apart from the one where we slept. One of them seemed to belong to Jim's brother. It had guy's things and pictures of a tall, dark-haired boy on a bike.
Although scarcely furnished, the rest of the rooms were beautiful. Only three of them remained unchecked by me.
One of the doors was locked. I chuckled to myself when I imagined what Harper would have said if she knew— spoiled by so many novels she devoured, her mind would go in the wrong direction.
A fully-equipped home gym was what I found behind the second door. Jim seemed to have every piece of equipment imaginable. I spotted a weight bench, a treadmill, and an elliptical machine among other things.
Hidden behind the third door was a library. I couldn't help marveling at the floor-to-ceiling dark wooden shelves filled to the brim with books. A soft, gray couch was in the middle of the room, and a big desk took up space next to the window.
Unable to resist the urge to know Jim's preferences, I read the titles of some of the hardbacks. Jim had lots of books about music — from the history of it to the biographies of some of the renowned guitarists. There were also books about filming and the cinema. I figured it was because of Jim's degree that he took an interest in those subjects.
As I moved along the shelves, other titles caught my eye. Books about sex and massage for couples took up their fair share of space in Jim's library, serving me as a reminder of how experienced he was.
Although I had nothing to compare it with, I knew Jim was a good kisser. More than that, he seemed to know my body better than I did, touching me with just enough pressure and whispering things in my ear that could send me over the edge. I had to tell him the truth about him being the first guy I was intimate with, but what if he took it the wrong way?
