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She just turned to me and winked.
Chapter 7
-Mia-
My novel…ugh! I could swear up and down that my characters were trying to thwart an ending somehow. Well, not just the ending, but the part that comes after the middle, and the rest that follows that part, too. Basically the last half of my book.
It also didn’t help that I still hadn’t heard back from Owen about the fourteen chapters I’d sent him. I wasn’t sure if he just hadn’t read it yet, or if he had read it and was trying to save my feelings by not telling me how much it sucked.
Did I really want to hear his opinion if it wasn’t positive?
I’d been thinking about that since Sunday when we’d gone to dinner. I’d been thinking about Owen a lot in general since our dinner. Our almost constant texting didn’t help matters, either. I didn’t want to discuss the fact that I was usually the instigator for those digital conversations. But he wrote back every single time. When things started seeming like they were heating up, he’d come up with some excuse and he’d have to go, ending the conversation, but there was always a next one.
Me: Can I get your advice?
It wasn’t more than two minutes later that he wrote me back.
Professor Harlo: I’ll do my best. What’s up?
I smiled down at the words and smiled.
Damn it all, I really was falling for him. I was even getting silly and giddy just seeing his texts.
Me: I’m struggling to write. Writer’s block.
Professor Harlo: Ah. In that case, good fucking luck.
I laughed.
Me: You’re so helpful.
Professor Harlo: I aim to please.
Professor Harlo: Seriously though, what kind of scene are you stuck on?
I blushed. Somehow my brain hadn’t anticipated that question.
Me: It’s a…steamy scene. Or at least, that’s where it’s heading. I just feel like my creative juices are all dried out.
I read back the sentence and realized that the text sounded a whole heck of a lot like one big innuendo.
Professor Harlo: Happens to the best of us. Have you tried acting out the things you’re trying to write? Maybe if you’re trying to write a scene like that, get yourself a steamy kiss.
I didn’t know why those words had me tingling all over, but I was on veritable fire when I was done reading it. My breathing picked up and I was panting and throbbing, hands shaking as I tried to write back.
Me: Unlike you, I don’t have a fanbase of beaus eager to kiss me.
Professor Harlo: No, instead you have horny teenage boys and girls filling the halls around you. A girl as pretty as you shouldn't have a problem getting a kiss from just about anyone.
Instead of focusing on…all the things he just said, I zeroed in on one detail.
Me: boy or GIRL?
Professor Harlo: I didn’t want to make any assumptions.
Me: I’m a simple woman.
Professor Harlo: In the best way.
