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The Other Brother
Panty Scorching: 5
Over All Rating: 4.5 Stars
Kindle eArc provided by Author
Reviewed by Robin
“The man I love is busy and unavailable when I need him the most, and the man who should be an asshole, bald and fat – even if he is only thirty – is hot, thriving, living a great life, and not an asshole.
That is what I call NOT FAIR!”
OMG! There was just something about Aaron. This story just about killed me every time Aaron revealed a little more of his insecurities in life. He had me in tears. I kept waiting impatiently for Amelia to find out why he had ended everything. And lo and behold, I wanted to adopt Aaron and give him everything he felt that he had missed out in life. Decorations in the front yard, stairs, a front row cheerleader….ANYTHING. Of all the guys in these stories, I have to say Smalls is my favorite. He wormed his way into my heart with his entire sexy self and I’m keeping him. I also want to add that I loved the telling of this story from the child who stayed. It really was a unique viewpoint and really made me think about life an entirely new way. I love to have my eyes opened to new experiences.
Please, please, please write more stories involving these people. These are my favorite people and I will miss them way too much if I can’t have more of their lives. I feel like a stalker. Just change that to an obsessed fan.
Why? Why does he have to magically appear in my life? Moving back to Binghamton, I thought about the possibility of maybe running into him, but I thought it unlikely, something that would never really happen.
Boy, was I wrong.
What a sick joke life is playing on me.
Aaron Walters, the boy who broke me into pieces is my neighbor.
I can’t fathom the impact I feel already.
Seeing him in hip-hugging jeans and a tight, plain shirt did a number on me. It kept me up all night as memories of what we used to have flooded my mind.
The way he used to kiss my neck.
The way I felt so protected in his arms.
Too bad his arms couldn’t protect me from his devastating, heart-breaking self.
And hell, he looked good. Too good.
He’s always been tall with handsome features and a chiseled jaw, but now he’s bulked up to the point that I could see his abs flexing under his shirt, the same shirt that stretched over his biceps.
But it wasn’t his muscles or handsome features that once again made my heart ache, it was those eyes. So bright, so blue, so kind, but still so sad. It reminded me of the first day I met him, of the day he stole my heart from every other man on the market.
Broken, unsure, yet yearning for love. It was all there, and like experiencing a moment of déjà vu, I was transported back into a time when I felt invisible, like I could conquer anything with him at my side.
Once again, I was wrong.