Review: The Truth About Tomorrow by B. Celeste

Genre: Contemporary Romance, Forbidden

Release Date: June 1, 2019

I fell in love with him when I was thirteen years old. He was older, mysterious, and unattainable. The guy I could never touch. Then one night changed everything for us. But there was one huge problem. He belonged to her.

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To say this book was one that I was dying to read is an understatement. The little sneak peak I read in the The Truth About Heartbreak had me absolutely buzzing for this book. Forbidden love stories are my weakness and I live for the inevitable drama that usually comes with them. TTAT has even more WTF than the usual Forbidden story, it's not just a number for Charlie and Ollie. It's their circumstances that make this story even more complex and riddled with inevitable obstacles that had me glued to the pages. Heart pounding moments where I held my breath and emotions that couldn't be ignored, The Truth About Tomorrow tells a story of a love that just can't be denied no matter how much you fight it.

“Show me how to play,” I say.

Her body leans back as her brows pinch with a dubious stare. “You want me to teach you how to play piano?”

I nod. “The song you played. I like it.”

She blinks, brushing her fingers through her hair. “It’s about learning to love people’s faults and pain for what they are. Beautiful.”

My head cocks. “Why is that?”

She wets her bottom lip. “I guess when you love someone, you don’t get to choose which parts. You’re getting every single piece of their being, scarred or not.”

Her eyes trail to her hand, scarred with white and pink marks. My fingers graze over each one, causing her to suck in a breath and freeze as I caress the marred flesh. They’re rougher than the rest of her hand, but part of her nonetheless.

Meeting her eyes, we stay like that for a few long moments. Neither of us says a thing or moves an inch. We just remain touching, staring, being there in one another’s company.

Then I pull away. “What are the keys I need to learn for the song?”

She exhales then shows me the basics.

It’s a silent admission between us.

Your scars are beautiful, Charlie.