I watch Natalie’s concentration as she types away on her laptop. For the last week, we have spent a couple of hours each night working on this story, followed by sleepless nights in each other’s arms.
It’s crazy to think that all the sappy and swoony and sexy words I’ve written over the years are now happening in my real life.
It’s even crazier to think that I could have missed all of this.
Look at her. Her hair is in a mess on the top of her head, stray pieces framing her face. She curled it this morning, but one breakfast sex in the kitchen later and now her hair is a mess. Her eyes are practically glowing as she stares at her screen, and her lips—wow, don’t even get me started on the way my imagination runs wild over those.
I’m one lucky,luckyman.
“If you keep looking at me like that, zero work will get done tonight, and after the last two nights, I want—no, Ineedto get these words in.”
I chuckle. “Spoken like a true romance writer.”
She fake bows at her seat. “Thank you.”
She gets back to writing, but then groans. “Tobias, what is it?”
I rub my chin, grinning.
Gosh, I’m such a fool for her, it’s not even funny.
“Have I told you thank you?”
“For what?” She sits back, crossing her arms.
“For reminding me why I love to write and showing me how easy it was to get that passion back.”
“Ugh, don’t be cute right now. I’m working.”
“Why? Is it distracting?”
“Extremely.”
I stand slowly.
“Don’t,” she laughs. “Sit back down right now.”
“I’m not doing anything.”
She shakes her head and crosses her arms. “You forget that I know you. You’re up to something and by the look in your eyes, whatever it is, is going to keep me from finishing this chapter.”
“What are you writing?” I ask, moving toward her.
“I love how you ask me this, knowing we plotted the book together.”
“True, but it’s normal for me to be writing the planned scene when a new one takes over, giving the chapter a better flow than the original one.”
I sit on her desk and reach for her face.
She smacks my hand away.
“Maybe you struggled to write before because you were too distracted by the world around you.”
Nah, I think it was because I didn’t have Natalie in my life the way she deserved to be.
“Trust me. I’m more distracted now, and I’m getting more down.”
She scoots her chair away from me, smirking.
