Imbookloveerrr
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- Parts 13
"That's strange," I said thoughtfully.
His brow lifted. "What is?"
"I always imagined that if fiction ever stepped out of a book, it'd smell like paper. Or ink. Or something like that." I studied him with exaggerated disappointment. "But you smell human. I'm highly disappointed."
His lips curved - slow, deliberate. Dangerous.
"Oh, love," he murmured. "I may not smell like ink..."
His steps slowed.
"But I assure you," he continued, leaning closer - not enough to touch, just enough to make my pulse stutter - "I taste like it."
Heat rushed to my cheeks, the blush spreading like wildfire as I stared at him, utterly shocked.
"If you doubt me," he said softly, eyes dropping to my mouth, "there's a very simple way to confirm."
STARTED WRITING: MAY 24, 2024
FINISHED WRITING: OCTOBER 12, 2024