You have a book crush
I look up to find Alex standing in the doorway.
“Where have you been?” I frown at him.
Oh you know, around. So who’s your book crush?
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Where were you last night? I had to do … something different.”
I didn’t think you’d notice. You spent most of the day reading after all. How’s your word count?
“Yeah, yeah,” I ignore his knowing smirk. “I’m allowed to read you know,” I defend myself..
Mmmhmm, book crush
I roll my eyes at his sing-song comment. “I had that thing you know? Where you don’t have anything to say so I don’t have anything to write?”
Oh so it’s my fault?
“Or course,” and I’m so mature I poke my tongue out at him. “I’m just a bit stuck,” I admit with a shrug.
Put that song on, it helps when you’re … stuck. Or can I offer some extra … inspiration?
He puts his hands on the buttons of his shirt.
“You had your chance last night,” I turn away from him. “I have words to count now, be gone.”