I smile apologetic. "Yeah, that's really good."

He furrows his brow. “Romance?”

“Yep.”

He approaches my hip with a sliding hand. "Tell me more about it."

"Okay," I say. I'm now reading the novel for the second time, and I was reading this particular Chapter the night Jacob entered my room. Even though I've moved beyond my favorite portion today, I still tell him about it.

Mary nudges me to widen my legs, and he touches my pussy through my clothes while I speak about the scene when the lady is bound and blindfolded.

He comments, "That sounds way better than the romance about the man who needed a haircut,"...