Ave Michaels is an out-and-proud cynical romantic who never had her heart broken (considering she has to fall in love first.)
That is until, in order to get published, she has to prove she's a versatile writer by writing a romance novel.
Throw in a...
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"In Which Reality Is, Not in the Slightest, a Meet-Cute Moment"
(Pt. 1)
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"So many rom-coms and romances center on the assumption that we're mean to end up with someone and the existence of soulmate... We're passively waiting for a pre-ordained romantic happiness to be handed to us...that it isn't how it works out in life. "
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The Take, Rom Cons: Problematic Movie Romance Lessons
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3:20 AM
Tia's Neighbor's Apartment, (Definitely) Averill
"I think you should sleep."
I pout. It wasn't every day that a girl took off her clothes for some guy to ravish her and then have him cockblock her from fucking him.
I try not to show the pathetic look of someone who was denied her favorite ice cream flavor — or someone who just got rejected.
Why is he even playing hard-to-fuck in the first place? In fact, why the hell am I even doing this anyway?!
If he didn't want a piece of this, then consider me convinced.
I drink in another view of that delicious ass of his one more time, longing to squeeze them tight with my hands and legs as he drills balls-deep into me.
I moan. That's why.
He was more than just a tasty snack. He was a whole course meal — a feast that can feed an entire village for a month — leaving me into a quivering mass of lust, eager to slake the burning fire deep between my thighs
That's why.
Maybe after a second confirmation — and some more convincing on his part.
Grinning evilly, I yawn and tug my bra straps off my shoulders.
"You don't have to tell me twice. Come on, cuddle-bunny.* Let's snuggle!" I jump on his king-sized bed, burrowing into his coffee-scented sheets.
I toss my bra somewhere near me. My panties follow soon after.
He gapes at me. His lids drop a fraction, eyes smoldering in hot liquid silver.
