Novel & Cerita She Reads Romance

she chirped, clicking play. As the story unfolded, with its sweeping landscapes and tense romantic dialogue, she felt herself being drawn in. Then came the first intimate scene. It was artfully shot, but raw and passionate. A slow, warm flush began to spread through her body, a familiar ache of arousal coiling deep in her belly.

"What are you reading?" "Oh, this?" She flashed the cover of her book, revealing a familiar-looking mischievous smile. The cover featured a couple lost in a passionate kiss. "I like to read romance," she said with a shrug, entirely unembarrassed. "What about you, Shana? Got any guilty pleasures in the book department?" I chuckled, feeling a shared sense of amusement. "Well, I've been more of a fantasy and adventure kind of reader." "Ah, the escapism types," she said, leaning back with a knowing smile. "Can't blame you. Real life gets too real sometimes."

I said, getting in my zone. "Now to the fun questions!!" She squeaked like a teenager being asked on a date. I laughed at her enthusiasm "Bring them on, Stelle", I found myself playing along with her cheerful demeanour. "Alright, question number one of the fun segment... Do you enjoy reading?" "Yes I do. Reading is like an escape from the real world and all its troubles." "Yippee, I am a sucker for romance books; what trope do you prefer?" "Romance, girlie. I love love." I beamed, thrilled to be discussing something I was pretty familiar with another person.

She picked up her phone and started typing quickly, giggling every few seconds. I closed my eyes. Jasmine would be lying on the couch right now, curled up with a book. She loved reading those strange romance stories. Reverse harems and fantasy things as she had explained to me one stormy night and tried to explain it to me. I didn’t understand them, but I liked watching her read. She would smile at the words, her face lighting up at parts that made her happy.

I needed to soothe and treat her so I could get some information about her brother once more. I faked a cough in the middle of her chugging an ice cream. "So, uhm. . . as I was asking earlier, do you also read fiction books?" Her face automatically lit up. "Of course, yes! I love fiction books, especially romance genre." I nodded. "Hmm, what about. . . uhm, Nicholas Sparks? You know that writer--" She suddenly stopped eating her ice cream as her eyes widened. "Oh my gosh! Yes! I love all of his books! I thanked God for him because he really makes good romance books."

“You’d like to read my filth as well as experience it?” She nodded, her face like a dirty little angel. “Maybe you could do me a scene a day? A reward for my college attendance.” “Like a gold star? Good day at college, sweetheart, well done you. Here. Have an obscene chapter I wrote about you.” “Yeah. That would be amazing.” She was serious. She was genuinely serious. “I love reading your stuff,” she said. “And I love romance. I love it all. What a hybrid.”

I asked, "This is very embarrassing but yes" she said with a smile, the blood in my body went straight to my huge man between my legs, now I did say am not a reader but who doesn't know the kind of staff in Dark romance books?, I couldn't help wondering what she had so far learnt from reading about Sex, I could already imagine how she was going to blow my mind "Its not embarrassing, if you ask me, I think its cute, though I must admit, I didnt picture you being the kind of woman to read such and besides, all the time I saw you reading , it was either a fantasy novel or a children's novel" I explained

"A... spicy romance." "Spicy romance?" I blinked. "Yeah. Lots of hot scenes. Lots of penance after." She laughed, recovering fast. "By the look on your face, you've never read one, have you?" "Nope." "Wow, Rocco. Such a good boy." I stopped walking, tugged the cuff so she stumbled into me. "I'm not a good boy. I was just too busy living it while you were reading it." My mouth brushed her ear. "And living it pretty damn well, from what I remember."

As a result, it was not strange that many women fall in love even though he seems cold and scary. Approaching Lucas was a real gamble. Between two choices, rejected or even hurt. He was like a God who will not be easily touched by just anyone. And being around him was a deal without words. Ready to feel hurt. Velia had already proved it and now she could only slump in her mind. Of all the places I could work, why do I have to work here? Knowing that no one could answer that question, Velia then tried to deal with the current situation. She took a deep breath, ventured to knock on the door. And Velia’s breathing stopped when she heard a voice from inside.

Shelly somehow felt like Randall was in the same situation as her. By the time she began to develop romantic feelings, she was already in love with Chris. Due to Chris being the perfect man, other men after him could never get her attention. “I would like to work with you, Ms. Shepard,” Randall said.