Review: Timid

Timid by Devney Perry
My rating: 0 of 5 stars

#DNF #LOSER #DOORMAT

We liked the same candy. That had to mean something. Like . . . fate.

I couldn’t like a boy now that I’d seen this man.

Jackson and Willa. Willa and Jackson. Our names went together like peanut butter and jelly.

“Nice to meet you, Willow.” “It’s, um . . . Willa.”

One day, I am going to marry Jackson Page. I just had to get him to notice me first.

Nine years later . . .

“Hey, Willa.” Oh. My. Goodness. He’d called me by the right name. Finally! After years of correcting him each time he called me Willow, hearing my name in his deep voice gave me wings.

That was the story of my life, watching Jackson Page. It sounded like the title for a made-for-TV movie. I’d been watching him for years, ever since the first day I’d seen him.

My diaries had the exact dates and times.

He was still the same playboy he’d been for years.

One moment I was trying to find the words to ask him out to dinner. The next, he was kissing me. Jackson Page was kissing me.

“Sorry,” he whispered, not letting go of my face. “I didn’t mean—” “Don’t,” I breathed. “Don’t be sorry.” Because I’d never be sorry for that kiss. My first kiss.

I’d been waiting for this kiss with Jackson.

Jackson grinned. “Hey, Willow. What can I get for you?”

“It’s Willa. With an a,” I snapped. “Will-a.” He winced. “Sorry. I suck at names. Did you want a drink?”

Tequila and weed. That was the taste I couldn’t pinpoint last night. That was the reason for the haze in his eyes. He’d been drunk and high during my first kiss.

He really had forgotten. He’d forgotten the best night of my life. The best first kiss in the history of first kisses.

Enough, Willa. Enough.

I’d spent too many years dreaming about him. Nine, to be exact. Thinking about Jackson, looking for him in town, had become ingrained into my routine.

How many years had I waited? How many months had I wasted? All I’d ever wanted was for Jackson to take notice, or at least call me by the correct first name.

Maybe that was the reason for his appearance last night. Had he run out of tourists to bang? Was I just next on his conquest list?

Maybe it was ridiculous to have feelings for someone I’d never spoken to on the phone or texted even once. I might be ridiculous for letting a high-school crush last beyond college. And it was ridiculous to think I stood a chance with a man who’d called me by the wrong name for years.

He’d chased me into the parking lot last night and told me that something between us felt special. Then he’d checked out that woman right in front of me. I’d had to sit witness as he’d drooled over her cleavage and raked his eyes over her ass as she’d strutted to the door.

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