His grin widens. “No, this is definitely your fanfiction of me. I want to read it when it’s done.” “There’s no way in hell I’m letting you read it.” But I can’t fight the smile flickering across my face. He still wants to read something I’ve written. “Be sure to dedicate it to me too,” he says, pretending he didn’t hear me. He grabs me by the back of my thighs, wrapping them around him, and returns me to the bed. “Only right to dedicate your story to your muse.”
