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- Serene Franklin (Écrivain)
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CHAPTER ONE
SNOW WAS BEGINNING TO fall as Theo’s wandering gaze caught the open window to the left of the bed. The cool night air rolled in through the window in gentle waves, caressing Theo’s exposed dampened flesh. The city was particularly still that night, the only sounds that reached Theo’s ears were the rhythmic creaking of the bed, the steady breaths of a stranger, and his own hurried breaths. Theo lay on the bed on his stomach with his hands gripping the thin cotton blend sheets on either side of his head. His legs were spread wide across the middle of the queen-sized mattress in the unfamiliar room; a pillow was securely tucked under his hips, the cheap fabric roughly brushing against his sensitive skin. Despite the friction, Theo was soft.
Above him was a nameless young man around twenty years old with a moderately muscled body. His long blond hair flung back and forth over his eyes while he greedily fucked Theo, pushing his body deep into the mattress. Theo felt the weight on the bed suddenly shift. Hands moved from his hips and up over his back until finding their destination in the sheets alongside his own. In this new position he could feel the full weight of the blond against his body and felt a new depth to the hard, erratic thrusts.
The deeper thrusts caused Theo to cry out, his voice starting to become hoarse and dry. The pain was intense; this was not an endeavor for pleasure. Despite the pain, Theo arched his back, allowing the blond even more access into his body. He wanted to feel this. After a couple minutes of the unsustainable pace, the blond grunted and rolled off of Theo, lying next to him on the bed. Theo did not shift his gaze from the falling snow.
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Livre non terminé. Je n'ai pas du tout accroché !
Tout d'abord, la narration est très déroutante car elle alterne entre la première personne (pour les flash-back) et la troisième personne (pour le présent), en étant toujours du point de vue de Theo. Ça m'a vraiment troublée et rendue confuse pendant ma lecture.
D'autre part, il y a beaucoup (BEAUCOUP) trop de détails et de descriptions (inutiles) qui rendent le récit très ennuyeux.
Ensuite, l'histoire en elle-même n'est absolument pas passionnante, il ne s'y passe absolument RIEN. Mis à part quand il y a des scènes de sexe (qui elles, sont beaucoup trop présentes et dès la première page...).
Et pour finir, Theo est carrément antipathique et, excusez moi du terme, c'est un vrai connard ! Je l'ai détesté depuis le tout début du livre.
Masamune est, au contraire, très attachant et adorable ! Dommage que l'histoire soit du point de vue de Theo, donc difficile pour moi de continuer. J'ai besoin d’apprécier un minimum les personnages principaux, surtout ceux dont on a le point de vue !
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Résumé
No names. No repeats. No feelings.
With a lucrative corporate career and model good looks, Theo Rey is the image of perfection—but it’s all a mask.
After a devastating loss shatters his world, Theo turns to casual sex to distract himself and numb his pain. For the first time in his life, he’s acting on his attraction to men with a slew of messy one-night stands.
What was supposed to be another meaningless encounter at a bar turned into a night Theo can’t forget, with a man who sees him as more than the broken mess he believes himself to be.
Masamune Kuroki is everything Theo is not: carefree, happy, and proud of who he is. Theo is drawn to his disarming magnetism, but doesn’t feel he deserves the happiness Masamune could bring.
Fighting for control, Theo tries to not get swept up in Masamune's pace—but maybe a change of pace is exactly what he needs.
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