Page 70 of Trick or Stalk

What makes her moan.

My jaw tightens.

Slow down.

I've known her⁠—

I stop myself.

I don't know her.

I've watched her. Learned things about her.

That's different.

She's known me for less than ten minutes.

I need to remember that.

Presley clears her throat. “Well, if you're serious, I can recommend something.”

“Your favorite.”

She blinks. “My favorite romance?”

“Yeah.”

“That's a lot of pressure.”

“Why?”

“Because your first romance novel could determine whether you ever read another one.”

“I'll survive.”

She studies me, then moves away to the correct shelf and slides the book into its proper place. I can’t help but stare at her ass in the black leggings she’s wearing.

I follow.

“This one’s a good book.”

“Really?” I fold my arms across my chest. “Looks a bit... romantic.”

She laughs. “Why? Cause there’s a buff, shirtless guy on the cover?”

I don’t like her calling him buff.

Or looking at another man’s naked torso.

“Yeah.”

“Did you not see the dark roses, skulls, and knife on the cover?”

I shrug. “Yeah. And?”

“That’s a dark romance.”

“Dark romance?”