How We End
I rubbed my cheek against her hair, fiddling with her fingers between mine, "Something you've been working on?"
"I've been writing a novel." She said, somewhat shyly. Chuckling, she added, "It's a romance novel actually."
I couldn't help the proudest smile that formed on my face. I remembered when she had mentioned months back how she had always wanted to write a romance novel and how it was something she really looked forward to doing. And now, she was finally making that dream a reality. I was deeply proud of her.
"That's amazing, Chip." I said sincerely. "Can I read it?"
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