Page 127 of Not That Impossible

I twisted to face him.

“That’s your crime?” he said.

“Yes.”

“And you haven’t put it up online?”

“No! It’spersonal. You are the only one who even knows about it. Or ever will.”

“Adam doesn’t know?”

“Ew. No."

“That’s comforting.”

“Are you angry?”

“No.”

“Because I can’t tell what you’re thinking.”

“Mostly I’m thinking that the reality of being with me definitely won’t be able to live up to years of erotic fan fiction. I’m going to give it a shot, obviously, but. Yeah.”

I worried my lip. “They’re just stories. I want the real you. Are you sure you’re not angry?” I checked.

“Hmm. No. I’m processing.”

I fidgeted. “You don’t think it’s a gross violation of you as a person?”

“People are allowed to think whatever the hell they want about whoever the hell they want. I’m not angry.”

I sagged with relief.

“Was that all you were worrying about?” he said, curling me into his side.

I snuggled closer, slinging a leg over his thighs and an arm around his waist. “Yeah. I was in the middle of writing one when I suddenly thought, what if you found out? I panicked.”

“In the middle of writing one, huh?”

“Mm-hmm.” I was absently stroking a palm over his stomach. He sucked it in. I hid my smile. If I wanted to touch a six-pack, I had one of my own to play with. I adored his solid body. I glanced up. He was gazing at me thoughtfully.

“What was it about?” he asked

“You are a caveman and I’m the helpless captive time traveller offered to you as tribute. We’re about to get busy.”

“Tribute? It sounds like I’m an important caveman.”

“The ruler of your tribe, and the overlord of ten smaller tribes.”

“Not bad.”

“You’re the equivalent of the king back then. We’re having communication problems, what with me being transported to a time before anyone spoke English, but don’t worry.” I patted his chest. “We’ll get there in the end.”

“Basically,” he said, “you write down your sexy fantasies of me. And they come with a plot.”

“Yeah.”

“That sounds intriguing. Disastrous for my ego. But intriguing.” He turned and pushed me to the cushions. When I realised where he was going with it, I helpfully rearranged myself so I was flat on my back and he was lying between my thighs. He curled his forearms around my head and gazed at me fondly.

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