Gentleman Books Novels & Stories

She's probably just waiting for me to go over and coax her. [Actually, it's nice and quiet this way. [Maybe she read one of those self-help books about "healthy distance in relationships"? Whatever.] I caught a sense of relief hidden between the fleeting thoughts. Fine. If peace and quiet were what he wanted, that was exactly what I would give him. On Wednesday evening, Genevieve visited again, but this time, she didn't come alone. She brought Danika with her. "Danika mentioned she's been craving your honey-glazed ribs," Genevieve enthusiastically announced as she stepped through the door. "So I thought… Why not have her join us for dinner?"

“Do all girls read The Great Gatsby? And would you consider it weird for a guy if you knew he’s read the entire thing cover to cover ten times in one year?” I read my reply, “I’ve read it more than twenty times already, so that obsession is very welcome. Oh, the only thing hotter than a gentleman is a gentleman that reads.” His reply: “You’d be glad to know I draw too.” “Well, let’s just say the back of my thumb is pressed to my forehead from the hit that is.” I’d added laughing emojis and cute hearts, too. “My name is Genevieve; Genevieve Carlyle.” “Is it bad if a guy swoons too? I’m Felix; Felix Whitmore.”