By Alex Rosa
With an abusive relationship behind her, Skyler moves out of her Orange County apartment, changes her phone number, cuts ties with her friends, and moves in with her brother Josh, a talent agent with a spare room in his incredible house in Hollywood.
Josh is happy to take Skyler under his wing, but he has one rule: she can’t sleep with his roommate, Blake. That’s fine by Skyler. She doesn’t want a man in her life right now—and certainly not cocky Blake who’s with a different girl every night. But his all-American boy charm and his ripped model physique are difficult to refuse. Josh will never know if no one ever tells him. And a little secret now and then never hurt anyone…
Tryst Book Two
By Alex Rosa
Blake is desperate to be the kind of man that Skyler deserves, but with his latest film putting him on the verge of superstardom, being there for her is growing harder and harder. As his filming schedule takes him on the road and away from the woman he loves, he discovers that being in a public, committed relationship is no easy task—especially from two thousand miles away.
Skyler wants Blake to pursue his dreams, but his constant absence weighs on her more than she admits. Even as she throws herself into new distractions, she finds herself facing uncertainties and jealousies that could tear apart everything they’ve built. And when disaster strikes while Blake is away, she’ll have to decide if their passion is worth the pain...
Josh continues, “Skyler can be a bit needy, and she’s unfortunately crazy about you. Don’t forget, she doesn’t understand much more of our world than what her Cosmopolitan magazine tells her. Her head stays buried in her textbooks.” He pauses, as if thinking over his previous words before adding sharply, “And it should stay that way. She has a really bright future, and I don’t want her sidetracked.”
My eyes waver as I digest the comment, and I know that mentioning that I somehow got Skyler involved in an impromptu photo shoot with Giovanni Vigilucci might not be the best of ideas, at least not now. Though, I’m sure I will have to eventually.
Guilt finds a way to creep into my gut. I’m fully aware that since I got together with Skyler she studies less than before, and I in no way want to jeopardize her incredibly bright future—but a doctor? Have I ever pictured her as a physician, taking temperatures and examining wounds? My lips curl upward at a naughty memory of playing doctor with her just recently, but that was anything but academic. Where, or how do I picture Skye? With me, of course, but what about everything else? I get serious, my voice brusque. “I have no intention of distracting her from her goals, trust me.”
Josh’s visible jaw clench insinuates that he’s said enough on the topic. “You know I want to be supportive of you two, right?”
My reflexively knitting brow is anything but accepting. “Um, call me crazy, but I highly doubt that.”
“Dude, of course I do. I know you know about Skyler’s previous boyfriend, and I know your history with breaking hearts. Let’s consider this the first step of us being okay. The only reason I get so riled up by the whole thing is because Skyler can be fragile. When she loves, she loves completely. She never does anything halfhearted. She’s been that way since we were kids. On top of that, her overanalyzing will destroy her. I just hope that you’re in it to win it, that’s all. Don’t half-ass this.”
“In it to win it?” I repeat, finding the words odd. “Whatever. You know what I mean.”
I guess I do. I pull in a deep breath and peer at the empty seat to my left, wishing Skyler were there just so I could reach out and hold her hand, and then throw in a teasing comment to instigate my favorite reassuring Skyler smirk.
The strangest and best part about being in a relationship are those moments when I just miss Skyler. Those heart-pounding moments when I want to touch her, to feel her skin against my fingertips, to know she’s safely within arm’s reach. It never fails to pull the fractured pieces of me back together, while at the same time cause my heart to beat in a fevered frenzy. I don’t think I’ve ever felt that way about someone before. It’s so powerful and all-encompassing. No matter how irrationally terrified it makes me, I still love the adrenaline rush of love, and I never thought I would, but Skyler makes it worth it. Love is a beautiful agony of pain and pleasure, happy and sad, sweet and sour, and I want it all with Skyler.