Written with Love

Annie and Noah lock eyes from across the room, and her stomach drops. Except, when Noah approaches, he's nothing like Annie expected. Hot? Yes. Built like a Greek god? Definitely. But also solid and funny and just warm enough to begin thawing the ice around Annie's sweet and all-too-self-aware heart.

Their evening together ends abruptly, and Annie's ready to write him off, until Noah appears as one of only a handful of students in her Advanced Fiction Writing class. She can't fight her attraction but knows better than to trust anything given as freely as Noah appears to give... everything. Caught between what her heart wants, and her head knows, Annie does what she does best when backed into a corner -- she writes.
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"Touching."

"What?"

"Friends don't touch. Friends who flirt definitely don't touch."

"At all?"

"Barely. Maybe they high-five."

"So you propose that one of our rules is no touching?"

"Except the occasional high-five."

"But no rule against flirting?"

"Not yet. We can make one later if it bothers you."

"What if it bothers you?"

He leaned forward across the table, eyes suddenly intense.

"It won't."