Page 21 of Drench My Halls

I hear her voice through the door and smile.

“Caleb. Come in it’s freezing out tonight.”

I step into her foyer. I can feel the warmth coming from the fireplace. She guides me to the living room. I take in her cozy leggings and matching long sleeve. She is bundled up, keeping all her assets out of sight, good that will keep my brain off fucking her. You would think, but when she turns, and her ass is practically trying to bust through the thin material. I damn near choke on my saliva. Her leggings show off her ass even more then jeans. I clear my throat as I hand her the bottle of wine.

“I brought some wine. Figured you could use a break from writing.”

I look around to find papers scattered across the dining room table, her laptop seated on the ottoman, and her pen tucked behind her ear.

“Oh delicious.” She takes the bottle in her soft hands. She lifts her eyes to mine.

“Um Caleb are you trying to get me drunk? Because you don’t need to get me drunk to have a good time.”

She winks before she heads over to the kitchen and grabs two wine glasses. I slip out of my coat and sit down on the couch with a grin plastered on my face.

“Sorry about the mess, I have so many characters talking to me that I have to jot things down as they come in.” She pours the wine and hands me a glass.

“They talk to you?” I question as I take a sip.

“Yeah, it’s like a movie playing in my head. I can see the whole book, every scene, climax, just spilling out. I have to write things down or else they are gone.”

She explains as she shows me her notebook. It’s a lot of notes, lines, X’s, circles. One circled item catches my eye. I choke on my wine as I try to swallow.

“Face fucking. Wow.”

I laugh, setting my drink down before I spill it. She laughs too as she didn’t realize that was the page she was showing me.

“Mmm yeah, that’s a good one.”

I quirk a brow.

“Speaking from experience?”

She slaps my arm, as her cheeks blush.

“A lot of what I write is either from experience or things I have always wanted to try.”

Interesting.

I have the need to pry more out of her.

“So, in chapter 21 of Deep down, was that experience or fantasy?” Her mouth opens wide at my knowledge of her books.

I nod, “Yes I read it, it was really good by the way, I had to jerk off in the bathroom.”

“Oh my god.”

She laughs so hard, but I am not joking as my face is stern.

“Wait seriously?” She places her hand delicately on her chest as if surprised.

“Yep. It really got me going. So, experience or fantasy.”

She sets her drink down and leans her forearms on her knees.

“Fantasy.”

Oh my god, she has a wild mind.

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