My cheeks are on fire. “I would do just about anything for Tessa.”
“I know you would.” This time it’s Nora who looks away. “Anyway, what kind of books did you read?”
Back to the superficial subjects. I’m okay with this. I can only take so many compliments plus sex within a one-hour period.
“Mostly fantasy. I loved all of the Lord of the Rings books, Harry Potter. I liked some dystopian, too. I mean, I’ll read just about anything.”
“I hate dystopian.” Nora groans.
I gently shove at her shoulder and smile. “What? How could you?”
She rolls her eyes and props herself up on her elbows. She tucks her hair behind her ear and licks her lips. “Because, let me tell you why. In nearly every single one of them there’s some warrior chick who’s like fifteen and who has these amazing friends, and together they’re strong enough to save the world, of course. Let me tell you, at fifteen I had no fucking idea who I was, and I sure as hell couldn’t have saved the world.”
“I disagree. You could totally save the world.”
She nods. “Yeah, sure, now I could. But as a teen? I felt weak and confused, and sometimes I made shitty decisions. Where are those books?”
Her passion and ferocity make me like her even more. “I don’t know. Maybe you should write one.”
She smiles at me, and my breath gets caught in my throat. “Yeah. I should. I bet it would be a hit.”
I don’t doubt that it would. I would love to read anything she wrote. I’ve thought about writing something myself many, many times, but I’m not sure I’ve had a dynamic enough life yet.
“Are you hungry?” Nora sits up, taking my eyes with her.
God, she’s so fucking hot. I can’t believe I just had sex with her. “I’m always hungry.”
She grabs my hand and pulls me up. “Let’s go. I’ll make us some food.”
“I would rather do something else,” I say, feeling rather brave.
Nora’s brows rise in surprise. “The night’s not over. We can do both,” she says with a mischievous smile, and drags me out of bed.