{"id":259658,"date":"2026-07-13T17:08:02","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T14:08:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/everything-eventually-jamiya-taylor\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T17:08:02","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T14:08:02","slug":"everything-eventually-jamiya-taylor","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/everything-eventually-jamiya-taylor\/","title":{"rendered":"Everything Eventually – Jamiya Taylor"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\u201cMaybe we can talk about things in a more\u2026 controlled environment.\u201d \u201cAnd you think your crib is the perfect place for that?\u201d He asked, raising an eyebrow after he paused the music. I nodded. \u201cAt least we won\u2019t have to worry about nobody walking in on us.\u201d I responded, forcing a small smile on my face. A part of me hoped that we still had that telepathic connection to where he could catch my drift.<\/p>\n

I told myself I wasn\u2019t going to do this. Not tonight, not with him. I had boundaries now, real ones. I\u2019d stitched them together after a year of keeping my body quiet and my heart even quieter. Twelve or so months of saying no. No touching, no late-night temptation, no letting anyone close enough to rearrange me and what I had worked so hard to keep together.<\/p>\n

It was the only way I knew to feel whole again. Demetri has never been just anyone. The moment I stepped out of the studio, I felt that old, amicable pull. The one that started low in my stomach and spreads, warm and unsettling. He didn\u2019t even have to touch me. Walking beside him charged the air around us, like the whole block was leaning in to listen.<\/p>\n

The air felt different around him. He moved with that easy confidence that used to irritate me, partly because it drew everyone in and partly because I\u2019d never truly escape it myself. I kept my steps measured, casual, like I wasn\u2019t hyperaware of the space between our bodies, like I couldn\u2019t feel every memory we\u2019d left unfinished tugging at my spine. I tried to play it cool.<\/p>\n

I tried to pretend that I didn\u2019t notice how his cologne slid under my skin the way it used to. Tried to ignore the way his laugh curled around me, soft and dangerous. A whole year without wanting anyone, and suddenly my body was remembering him all on its own. Ready to burst open at the seams to welcome him in and give him all of me. And honestly, that scared me. Abstinence has been my safe place. My reset. Proof that I could live without being desired, that I didn\u2019t need the heat of someone else to feel alive.<\/p>\n

Demetri looked at me and all that discipline just\u2026 wavered. So when I heard myself inviting him back to my place, my heart nearly jumped out of my chest. My voice didn\u2019t shake, but everything inside me did. I kept my eyes straight ahead, afraid that if I looked at him too long, I\u2019d see the woman I used to be staring back. The one who gave in too easily. The one who probably loved him too much. I heard him say, \u201clead the way,\u201d and something in me cracked open.<\/p>\n

Something soft, something I thought I\u2019d buried. A thing that I didn\u2019t think would be so willing to rear its face again.<\/p>\n

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The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher. OceanofPDF.com Contents Title Page Copyright Dedication Everything, Eventually Chapter 1: The Split Chapter 2: What We Call Over Chapter 3: Ghost Habits Chapter 4: Familiar Strangers Chapter 5: The Favor Chapter 6: Favorite Pillow Chapter 7: Lines Blurred Chapter 8: Catalyst Chapter 9: Cracks & Confessions Chapter 10: Distance Breeds Reflections Chapter 11: Signs of Synchronicity Chapter 12: A Real Reunion Chapter 13: God Smiles Back About The Author OceanofPDF.com Written for those like me who hope for a second chance with a special someone, a divine someone.<\/p>\n

Written for those who still search for home in love. Written for love with love\u2014in all of its patience, stubbornness, and always, eventually, becoming everything we\u2019ve ever wanted and more… OceanofPDF.com Everything, Eventually Love doesn\u2019t disappear. It just takes the long way home. OceanofPDF.com \u201cY Chapter 1: The Split ou got me fucked up for the last time. On my mama, you do.\u201d I stomped around the room, snatching whatever I could from the dressers and the closest we shared, tossing a random mixture of clothes into a suitcase so I could leave.<\/p>\n

Demetri stood at the door of the bedroom, leaning against the frame like he always did. Hands shoved into the pockets of his sweatpants, he dipped his chin and pursed his lips, his eyes scanning mine as he tried to figure out what to say next. Heat flooded my cheeks, causing the tears that stained those same cheeks to dry. Or maybe the speed at which I was stomping around had dried them up. I was grateful that the tears were drying up because I had spent all morning crying, spent all morning sitting on the same balcony that we\u2019ve fallen asleep together on.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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