“I loved Titanic.” I know, it’s a movie, but it’s the best I’ve got. “Not a romance.” There’s a steel belief behind his words that’s making my nipples pucker harder. “It was a beautiful love story.” “That movie sucked. No happily ever after, even though Jack would’ve fit on that damn door and could’ve lived. It’s like Nicholas Sparks wrote the damn thing. Therefore, not a romance.”
