She tugs on her collar, crosses and uncrosses her legs, grips the edge of my desk between page scrolls. “Okay, so now I kind of get the allure.” “Of LotR fic?” I ask. “Of MFM. This is superhot. I mean, I don’t know if I’d want to share the actual person I’m deeply in love with, but the fantasy is hot.” “I picture Chase and a second Chase now when I write those scenes,” I offer. Her eyes light up. “Like sweet Chase and dirty Chase?” “Basically, yeah.” “I can see how that would be inspiring.”
