Jack
“Where do you get your inspiration from?” I asked, genuinely intrigued.
I’ve never personally read a romance novel, but I’ve seen the covers of the paperbacks at the market, and they always look quite racy and provocative. She looked too young and innocent to be writing hot and steamy s*x scenes. How could you describe something you hadn’t properly experienced? My mind refused to contemplate the idea that she might actually be that experienced.
However, at the mention of her books, she closed off entirely. You could practically hear the door slamming. Her face went blank and expressionless, and Robyn completely ignored my question. She stood up abruptly and started gathering her dishes to take back inside. She didn’t even look at me as she brushed past.
Phoenix grinned at me.
