Knowing her, she’s reading on her Kindle, and I’m bored as fuck, so once I’m back in the bedroom I’m sleeping in, I log into her account from my phone. A small perk of being one of the best cybersecurity specialists to ever exist. My lips twitch into a smirk as I see what she’s reading. “Thirsty for the Terrible Monster,” I say out loud. A monsterfucker romance. I shake my head, amused, and immediately sync my page to hers. Might as well read along, right?