Blossom in Winter (Blossom in Winter #1)(27)

I jog over to where he’s standing and wrap my arms around his neck. “Hi, Jimmy!”

“Hey!” he shouts, before kissing me passionately. His hands are finally free to touch my hips. When I open my eyes again, I find him smiling at me. “You look fucking hot,” he says bluntly.

My face goes red at his words. I glance briefly down, smiling, and tuck some hair behind my ear. Looks like all those hours getting ready were worth it. “Good luck at your concert.”

“You know,” he swallows hard, “I’ve been thinking about you since we met…” Jimmy reaches down, takes my hand, and presses it firmly against his boner—already arching hard into my palm. I gasp at the feel of him but keep my hand still. “I’m so glad you came.”

I smile at him, but suddenly remember that I didn’t come alone, and my smile turns into a loud rush of breath. “Yeah, well, I had to bring your brother…”

He bursts into laughter. “We’ll manage to distract him at the party, don’t worry.” He bends down slightly to my ear. “I want to be totally alone with you,” he whispers.

I feel my heartbeat pounding faster at every word. “Me too,” I breathe, before kissing him again.

“Look, after the concert, go straight to the Four Seasons and wait for me in the lobby, alright?”

I nod.

“Jimmy, we’re ready to go!” informs one of the stage managers.

“I have to go. I hope you enjoy.”

“I’m sure I will.” I smooch him on his lips once more, our hands entwined. When we reopen our eyes, I murmur a quick “Good luck” and walk away. He takes a deep breath, staring at me until I reach the door and exit.





On my way back to the box, all I can think about is him—his smile, his touch, his lips, his kisses, his smell… ahhh. I let out a tender breath. After my bad experience with James, I’m so happy to have met Jimmy, to be here at his concert. My cheeks flush as I picture what we’ll be doing at the party afterward. But my grin fades away at the sight of my godfather—he is still here waiting for me. I roll my eyes. Why can’t he just go home? Maybe I can persuade him to leave early.

“So, how was it?” he asks with amusement, looking at my sweaty pink face.

With my mind still wandering, I let out a deep sigh. “Your brother is sooo lovely.”

His eyes widen in surprise. “Yeah, right. I bet,” he sniggers, head shaking, and looks again at the twinkle in my eye. “That’s so cute. Look at you. My little goddaughter has a crush.”

“What’s so funny? Stop it!” I slap his stomach with the back of my hand, hurting myself even more than I do him. I didn’t expect it to be that hard—harder than Jimmy’s boner. I bite my lip to contain the pain, but my grimace gives it away.

Alex starts laughing even harder. “Did my abs hurt you, little Petra?”

Fuck off! But I say, “Stop it!” and turn my back on him. I don’t want him to notice how much I’m blushing, yet I can feel his amused gaze on me. Fortunately, the lights turn off and an announcer greets the public. Suspense grows as the stage fills with smoke and fog. The crowd loves it, screaming and whistling for more. Finally, the first musicians emerge from the darkness; everyone yells and claps. They start to play their instruments, the beginning of the first song. Flashlights go on and off around the venue, the noise deafening.

All of a sudden, Jimmy runs onto the stage, followed by white projectors. He grasps his microphone, waits for the right chord, and starts singing. I grin, proud to see him, my eyes sparkling. And just like the crowd, I cheer, scream, and clap as hard as I can. Alex smiles too. But I’m not sure if it’s because of his brother, or something else.





“Y’all having a good time?” shouts Jimmy.

The crowd is electrified.

“I want to dedicate my next song to a very special girl I’ve met recently.” He looks up at the box, staring at me.

“Oh God,” Alex and I say at the same time.

“Petra.” Jimmy points his index finger at me. “This song is for you.” He closes his eyes and starts crooning passionately. The crowd is yelling, barely containing their excitement as they recognize the famous song, and the musicians start to play. It’s a romantic melody; the lyrics melt every young soul in the venue. I’m speechless, baffled, my eyes brighter than ever. It’s so hard to even believe it! Is Jimmy really singing for me? Am I dreaming?

The two big screens in front of the stage broadcast live. On the screen, I can see girls sobbing and singing with him. But unlike them, I don’t know the lyrics to keep up. Nevertheless, I cherish every word and every moment he’s singing. He’s so talented! This song’s so dramatic that I nearly cry at the last refrain. “I’ve tried to see, I’ve tried to cure, cure me of you, but I’m blind, blind from your looove. Oh baby, I know, I’ve tried to cure myself, but all I do is lose my mind.”

A storm of loud applause fills the venue. Jimmy looks up, gives me one of his irresistible smiles, and winks at me. Holy shit. Everyone’s clapping, cheering, and whistling, but he’s staring at me! I clap my hands as hard as I can, totally exhilarated.

They play three more songs until the curtain finally falls and the concert is officially over. I can’t wait to kiss him again, hug him, and thank him for the wonderful song he dedicated me.