Friends - Bliss Warren and Josiah Lewis have to decide if their friendship is worth risking for love. Bliss knows what she wants but is too afraid to go after him - fear of being rejected and distrust stops her. Josiah avoids the feelings he has under the guise of friendship and fear of not being good enough. This is the story of these two figuring things out...
View Moreif you're seeing this, thank you for giving my book a try. I haven't updated this book since last year and I am truly truly sorry. I was unsure about which direction this book was going but I'm slowly figuring it out and trying to write it in a way I like. The chapters are disorganized, the storyline is not making sense. Everything needs to be rewritten and I'm trying to do that. Very slowly. Too slow. I don't know when I'll update but I just wanted to come on here and explain. I'm not sure anyone cares but I'll do better.
Bliss. So the boys are drunk... No surprise there! and we decided it was time to go home. Nothing spectacular happened in the club, just usual drunken stuff. You know; Stumbling around, incoherent words and loud singing, Josiah calling me his wife, crying... Yeah! normal stuff. Nessa took Lee home, after much persuasion to leave Josiah with me. There's no way she can handle two drunk men. Grace drove Josiah and I to my house. He'll go back home in the morning. "Want me to stay with you?." Grace offers as we support Josiah up the stairs of my apartment. "Nah. I'm good. He's already sleepy so he won't be any trouble." I huff out in relief when we get to my door. I open it and we gently drop him on the couch and then I follow Grace back out to her car to make sure she's safe. I go back inside when she drives off. I open my door, switch on the l
Bliss. Some of my clothes lay on the floor in a pile and my wardrobe door is open. Nothing looks appealing enough to wear and I need to hurry up before Grace gets here because I told her I'm almost done getting ready and I'm still in a t-shirt! Do I have to wear a dress? And heels? Do I have to look hot? Damn it! I'm not trying to snag a man yet - The one I want won't be there. I just want to be comfortable. My inner musings are interrupted by a knock on the door. She's here already? As I walk to the front door, I hear her call my name and hard knocks assault my ears. Must she be so loud when it's this late? I open the door and there she is with her hands poised to knock again. I roll my eyes and drag her into my house. "You're noisy." She just smiles wide in reply. I'm about to flick her forehead when I see her outfit. She's wearing a rose gold halter backless dress that stops mid thigh and
Bliss. I've been lying in bed since I woke up. The curtains let in a little morning light, although it's not bright yet. I pick up my phone to check the time and the screen light pretty much blinds me - 6:04am. I toss the phone somewhere beside me. I can't lie here forever...(which is sad) but I'd rather do things at my own pace instead of running around like a headless chicken because I'm late. Sometimes I still end up opening my salon late, even if I wake up early. I kiss my teeth and get up. I walk into my bathroom and stare at myself in the mirror above the sink. My face and eyes are puffy. I look like brown bread - delicious. I brush my teeth, doze off on the toilet contemplating the purpose of work, almost fall off it but I don't and I shower. I throw on a large button-up shirt and black trousers. I stare at my outfit in the full-length mirror... Should I wear a cuter shirt? What
Josiah. I've been having ice-cream cravings since I watched food network last night. I love ice cream so much, I wish I could swim in it. Actually scratch that, I don't wanna die of hypothermia - It's not worth it and I'd have ice-cream stuck in places that it shouldn't be stuck in. Yuck. I haven't left my office since I got here even when it was my lunch break - I had food delivered to me. So many emails, phone calls, text messages... Who said making money was easy? I need a break. I walk into my assistant's office - which is attached to mine - to tell her I'm going out for a while. She shoos me away and tells me to be back on time for the meeting I have later. My employees greet me as I pass the general work area. The nearest ice-cream shop is within walking distance from my office so I don't have to drive. It's late afternoon and the sun is hot - perfect reason to get some ice-cream. The s
Bliss. The Sun is setting - it looks like a big orange ball melting into the horizon and the sky is streaked with hues of purple-blues, oranges and fluffy clouds ~ I wonder what they feel like. Evenings like these remind me of sunsets spent in my Mama's salon. Which reminds me, I need to call her. The cool breeze flutters across my face from the open car window while my friends sing along to songs playing on the radio. I occasionally join in but my eyes unconsciously find their way back to the sky. I want to eat and watch the sun as it sets and I know it's cheesy but I like it. Sometimes I watch it by myself and it's so peaceful. 'Can we eat somewhere that has big windows?' I ask and lean in between the two front seats causing both of them to stop their singing fiasco. Eden replies without taking her eyes off the road. 'A lot of places have those. W
Bliss. Sunday comes faster than I expected. Eden, Grace and I are buying popcorn and drinks for the movie we're watching. We decided to watch a movie first and then eat dinner after. Maybe we'll add something else later. We pay for the drinks and popcorn and enter the theatre 'cause the movie is meant to start in less than an hour. We go in after showing our tickets to the usher at the door. There's no one in here except for the two people sitting together near the front. We pick seats in the middle row because they're far from the A.C. The theatre is a bit cold. Thanfully the three of us expected that and brought sweaters. We're a tight knit trio. *Wink-Wink*. Get it? No? Ok. 'I think my body parts are about to freeze and fall off.' Eden grumbles and rubs her hands together beside me. 'It's not that cold.' Grace says while pulling on her sweater. Her act
Bliss. The fluffy feeling from my outing with Jo is still fluttering around my insides. I didn't notice I'd been smiling until Eden pointed it out as I was opening my salon in the morning. After that I realized my cheeks were kind of hurting and then I tried to stop smiling. Yesterday was so fun and my new books! Wow. I sent Jo a thank you message again this morning. He's such a thoughtful person and it doesn't help that he's funny and cute. I feel like I'm on happy floating clouds and thankfully I just finished making someone's hair, so I have some time to talk to Eden about yesterday. Not like she wasn't already bugging me to tell her the details. Lazy Eden already put her part timers in charge of her store and parked her big head in mine. I tell her everything that happened and by the end of it I'm smiling at the memory. She's just staring at me and smiling weirdly. Creep. 'What? Why are y
Bliss. It's Sunday and I'm excited about going out with Jo. I don't know what to wear and where we'll be going. I'm feeling kinda nervous and excited. This isn't a date, he just wants to give me the books he got me. My belly hurts, is this normal? 'You need to stop stressing out'. I snap out of my thoughts and turn towards Grace. We went to church together so she's dropping me off at home. 'I'm not stressing. Why would I? I'm just going out to eat with Jo. I'm not stressing.' I sound like I'm convincing myself. She scoffs. 'Uh huh. If you're not stressing over it, then why are you wringing your fingers? You've been doing it for a while now.' I immediately stop and try to justify my action. 'I'm just doing finger exercises. To loosen muscular tension.' What am I saying? She looks shocked. 'What does any of that mean? Put m
Cinnamon by Cloudee is a romantic tale with fluff and warmth between friends. Bliss Warren and Josiah Lewis value their friendship deeply. As their feelings develop, the two decide not to pursue each other. Their bond as friends is too precious to break. Josiah thinks he is lacking and not good enough for Bliss. Bliss, on the other hand, is afraid to confess to Josiah. But how long can they deny themselves? Should they choose comfort and feel bitter or take the leap at a slight chance of happiness?