#Book Blitz #Unconditional: A Love Story by Shon #Contemporary Romance @Xpresso Book Tours30/6/2022
Unconditional: A Love Story
-- EXCERPT: prologue. “We need to talk.” Well, shit. That’s not good, Charli thought to herself as she continued pulling on her shorts. She couldn’t decide if it was worse to hear those four fateful words from a boyfriend or a fuck buddy. I guess I’m about to find out, was her wry thought as she finished zipping up the distressed jean shorts that barely covered her ass. With her eyes darting around the room to avoid eye contact with the man who claimed they needed to talk, she located one of her gold hoops on the rug. Following her avoidant eyes, the other occupant of the room bent to pick it up before she had the chance. “Thanks,” Charli spoke lowly as their fingers brushed during the exchange. The warmth of his fingers led to a sharp inhale that she couldn’t even hide. “Did you hear me?” the beautiful man in front of her wanted to know. “I said we need to talk,” he reiterated. Just in case. But she’d heard him loud and clear the first time. Sighing, Charli took a step back and shoved the earring into her pocket instead of trying to put it on right now. “I heard you,” she said, trying to veil the worry in her voice. What could Damian possibly want to talk about? And why couldn’t his timing be better? They’d just finished…making each other very happy. His scent still surrounded her and captivated her senses. But now, the knots in her stomach quickly pushed her to forget the pleasure she’d just experienced. “What do we need to talk about?” she finally asked meeting his green eyes. They were usually enchanting and full of lust when they were together, but now he looked…panicked? No, it couldn’t be. Not cool, calm Damian. Unless… Had he found a girlfriend? Was he about to end their arrangement and politely tell her to get on with her life? The thought wasn’t a pleasant one, but Charli couldn’t really blame him. As an Ivy League dropout and ex-socialite, she didn’t really feel like she had much to offer aside from a good time. She winced inwardly and vowed to deal with the origins of that problematic thought later. Much later. Not now when she was standing face to face with the man she’d been trading orgasms with all summer. Damian regarded her from his towering height of six-two and even though she was five-eight she felt miniscule under his unwavering gaze. “It’s about us,” he revealed, “I need to talk to you about what we’re doing.” Charli gulped but didn’t break eye contact. She could do this. She could have a civilized, adult conversation with someone she shared every inch of her body with on an almost daily basis at this point. “What about us? I like what we’re doing.” Charli pushed her hair away from her face. She hated the sensation of stray strands tickling her cheeks. Damian exhaled sharply and gave a faint nod. “Yea, I did too. Until recently.” Ouch. Charli straightened her shoulders and prepared for the next words, somehow knowing they would pack a devastating blow. But nothing could have prepared her for what he said next. 
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