How To Love To Read Novels & Stories

“But I never said I liked the older romance novels either. I’m an English major and I really believe some of these books should eat dust.” He started to laugh and I joined in, feeling completely at ease with this stranger that seemed to enjoy reading just as much as I did. We discussed more about our favorite books and he even recommended some erotica that ‘taught him how to be a better lover’, his words exactly. I laughed when he told me his friends would never let him hear the end of it if they ever found out he loved reading. “How did you fall in love with reading?” I asked him. “I didn’t really have a choice. My mom brought me here every single day after school and I had to keep myself b

I chuckle. “Yes, Reed. I love you. I love how you only drink coffee in your favourite cup and refuse any other cup. I love how you pretend to hate my pranks but, you secretly love them. I love how you annoy Ryder to show him your love. I love your bad boy personality. All in all, I love you, too,” I tell him, blushing, and he smiles wildly.

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This can't be happening. “Is this a prank?” I frown, looking around the car for a hidden camera. He sighs. “You won't ever believe that I like you, right?” “Why should I? You hate me.” “I don't.” He shakes his head. “I love verbally sparring with you, so much that it has become a nasty habit.” “I'm glad you know you have a nasty habit.” He smiles as he nods. “I know, Raven, just as I know how much I want and love you.”

I chuckle loudly and begin to get into a fit of laughter. Isn't this male funny? How can you understand love by reading books? Love is not to be understood but felt and shown! But in his case, I don't think he has a choice. This is his way of learning. I just...love the fact that he's trying. I love that he wishes to take the first step and help heal the main blockage in our relationship. I begin to flip through the books scanning across the words littered on the pages. Some of them hold great deep meaning while the others teach like how you would to a pup. This is quite interesting. I never knew books like these existed.