“Don’t talk about yourself that way, and no, I’m not just saying that.”
“Mm-hmm, sure.”
“I’d never lie to you. This scene is great. It’s very detailed, and you certainly put the reader in the moment. People are going to love that.”
“Really?” I rub a hand under my nose to hide my smile. “Did anything trip you up? Did my word choices make you cringe?”
“Everything flowed beautifully. You have the hands in the right place, the breathing isn’t too much, and the verbiage is just right to lock them into the scene. You really hit it off with this one.”
I drop my hand and stand, pressing my hands together.
“You really mean that?”
“I do.”
I reach around him from behind and hug him tight, jumping and squealing at the same time.
“We’re really doing this. We’re writing a book. Oh my god.” I sit back on his desk. “I’m really doing it.”
“You are.”
I hug him once more. “Thank you. You really are thebestbest friend a girl could ask for.”
Which is something I can't forget. These fleeting feelings I felt for Tobias over the night need to be just that. Fleeting.
Ruining the friendship we’ve finally gotten back and the new journey we’re about to take with this book isn’t an option.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
TOBIAS
Write a book with your best friend, they said. Make it steamy, they said. You can write sex together. You’re both professionals. You’ll get your spark back. Just do it.
Okay, okay, so it was me who said all those things to myself, but hell, I had no idea what I was getting myself into.
Two weeks. Two whole weeks have passed since Natalie and I started writing together.
That’s fourteen days in a row where I have pictured the scene she wrote on day one over and over.
Holy shit.
Natalie can write. And an even bigger holy shit, she knows her way around the male body and the bedroom.
You’d think this bodes well for me and us as a writing pair, but it’s only caused me to take more cold showers than I normally do.
If writing a book together was supposed to enhance my creativity and imagination, it’s working.
Not exactly in the way I hoped, but it’s working.
Like right now, I turn the water on and step under my rainfall showerhead, soaking up the arctic water.
In less than an hour, Natalie and I will be heading back to Lovers for a few days. Not only is it the fall festival, which lasts five full days, but Grandma Betty’s birthday also falls during the time we’ll be there.
I didn’t expect Natalie to come with me, but she wouldn't have it any other way, and despite my newfound feelings for her that I have successfully been pretending aren’t there, I wasn't about to argue.
I want every second with her that she’s willing to give me.
Just thinking of her smile this morning when I walked into the kitchen makes me hard. I can't remember a time in my life when waking up and walking down the stairs was so exciting. Natalie is the first person I see each day, and it’s everything to me.
