Novel Perjodohan Romantis Novels & Stories

“You slept with him! My innocent little Carolina, wait, no, not innocent, I remember João. But this? This is better. This is firefighter arms.” My mouth opened and closed. I tried to protest, but the words were stuck in my throat. At last, I groaned, “You’re impossible.” “You’re glowing,” she corrected, wagging a finger. “That’s not just good sex. That’s muse sex. Don’t even try to lie to me.” I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt. “Okay, fine, maybe I wrote a little. But that doesn’t mean…” “That you’re falling? Oh, querida, I’ve seen that face before.” She smirked knowingly. “Remember senior year when I found you doodling João’s dimples in the margins of your calculus notebook? Same face.”