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"We could just talk for a little bit."
"Oh? Talk ... I thought you wanted to do something else." I slipped my hand into his boxers and felt around for his cock. He groaned as my fingers gripped him and moved up and down.
"Oh, Rosalie," he said, "that feels so good."
"I'm glad it does." I pressed my lips against his shoulder.
"It feels fucking amazing. But I don't want this to just be about sex or the physical."
I stared at him in surprise and laughed. "Really?"
"Really," he said. "Have you read any good books recently?" he asked me.
"I've actually been reading a lot of Agatha Christie," I said. "When I was really young, I really enjoyed watching thePoirotTV show, but I never read the books. And now I can't get enough of Miss Marple and Poirot. She was such a fantastic crime writer. I love them."
"Oh wow. You know, I don't think I've ever read Agatha Christie." He laughed. "But I did see that one movie. What was it called?Murder on the Orient Express."
"Oh, did you see the new one or the old one?" I asked him curiously.
"I'm not sure. It was quite good, though. The storyline was fun."
"Yeah. She really knows how to catch you."
"I love a good whodunit."
"Me too."
"I didn't know you were into mysteries," he said. "I thought you were just always about the romance."
"I'm an English literature major, Oliver. I'm not just all about romance. I mean, don't get me wrong. I love a good romance. I like romantic suspense or romantic comedy. I even got into mafia romance for a little bit."
"Mafia romance?" He laughed. "What's that?"
"It's these stories where the protagonist is attracted to, or maybe not even attracted in the beginning, but the hero of the story or anti-hero is a member of the mafia."
"Okay. And?"
"Well, of course they fall in love, but lots of crazy stuff happens between."
"You are into mafia romance. That's crazy."
We laughed together. "I know. I never thought I would be into it, either. What are you into?"
"Honestly, I think the last book I read wasHuckleberry Finn."
"Really? What made you readHuckleberry Finn?"
"I wanted to know why it got banned by schools."
"Oh, Oliver, you're funny." I pressed my hand against the side of his face. "This is nice. I really like just lying here and talking to you."
"I really like you lying here and talking to me too," he said, kissing my forehead. "And before you get all worried and nervous that I don't want to fuck your brains out, of course I do. But I want us to have moments that are about more than that. You know?"
"I know," I said, nodding, "and I like that. So okay. Tell me what your favorite piece of art is."
"Oh shit. You would ask me that."
"Why are you saying, 'oh shit'?" I giggled.
