Pucking Around With My StepBrother
“I think you should have more insights, since you write a lot of that, right?”
“I actually enjoy forbidden romance,” I began, and I could swear I heard him say, ‘Of course, you would.’
I ignored it, continuing. “I think it’s alluring in a way, or perhaps I’d say magnetic. The tension...the sneaky feeling...the knowledge that this is wrong, but we can’t control it. Readers feel it all…”
“That doesn’t explain why they love it,” he cut in.
“It’s the suffocating tension between the characters. In most novels I have read, both characters can barely breathe around each other. It’s like a volcano exploding in their hearts, the need to touch…to be near…to…” I trailed off, my chest tightening.