Eleven
“You lost the magic.”
My hands sweat as I held the phone to my face and listened to Moira discuss the latest submission of my next few chapters.
“It starts off great. I don’t usually like m**********n scenes, but this one was hot.”
After Christopher left three nights ago, I wrote like mad. The hot scene she referred to was pretty simple to write. It flowed through my fingers as smoothly as I’d stroked Christopher’s hard, thick, veiny c**k.
“But after the m**********n scene, everything goes south,” Moira said. “In the male POV, this doesn’t sound like any guy I know. You have him pledging his love at only a quarter of the way into the book. No real guy would do that.”
Not unless they lived in my head. I’d thrown myself at a guy who I’d known less than a week. And like he’d prom
