The music swelled, the lighting shifted in tone, and the first few buttons of his shirt came undone. There was a wild look in his eyes, something equal parts feral and fiercely protective. He took her hands in his, drawing her in closer, fingers slowly lacing with hers as their foreheads touched, a gesture with a far deeper meaning than anyone would have…
“My, my, what is this?”
A voice cut through the narrative of her book in one fell slice, making the girl on the daybed jump, letting out a rather embarrassing squeak of alarm.
“It’s called a novel.” She replied in a mostly even tone. “Usually they’re read by individuals. Usually in private.”
“Oh, don’t mind me.” The brunette perched on the edge of the daybed, smiling at her. “I wouldn’t want to keep you from your hero.” He teased.
“He is not my hero.” She bit back, fumbling with her bookmark for a second before she slipped it into place. “He’s just… a hero.”
“Goodness, is that lust I hear in your heart?” He asked, eyebrows rising, head canted to one side. “Why, I think it is. Naughty.”
She nudged him with her foot, giving him a flat look. “It is not.”
“Certainly sounds like it…” He hummed. “Perhaps I’m mistaken. Perhaps it’s envy. Those sins sound so alike, sometimes.”
She stuck her tongue out at him and he chuckled.
“But why envy? You have much better heroes here than you’ll ever find in a novel.” He said. “What does he have that any of your other heroes don’t?”
“He plays a lot of instruments.” She confessed, not looking at him. “And he’s very mysterious. You don’t really get to know his history.”
“Then how can you get to know him?” He countered. “That seems like sloppy writing on the author’s part, if you ask me. People are made up of histories and presents and futures. If you take away any one of them then you deplete the completeness of the person. It’s as simple as that.”
She smiled slightly, giving him an appraising look. “You’re not half as dim as you’ve been leading people to believe, when it comes to literature… Are you?”
He shrugged slightly, nothing more than a tiny hop of his shoulders. “It’s possible that I’ve been keeping some things back…” He winked at her. “But it’s not as if I’d be the only one, now is it?”
She chuckled, removing her bookmark from its place and setting the book aside. “No, you certainly wouldn’t be.”