“I don’t just read them for the sex,” I protest. “No, I know.” He pauses, and I hear a rustling noise, like he’s flipping through a paperback. “You read them because they make you happy. And that’s sweet. They make me happy too. Who doesn’t enjoy hearing about love?” “Who knew you could be such a romantic?” “I have to admit, it’s a learning curve.” “You’re a fast learner.” I blush a little as I add, “I mean, you’ve been better than any book boyfriend so far.”
