Never in his dreams had Aldrich thought that Scarlett would show up after reading what he'd wrote. He was more than thankful for it, moving with her, holding her up against the wall, fulfilling her needs, and leaving both of them spent after a nice hot shower.
Seeing her walking out in his tank top and boxers, he knew he was in love. He fell easily on to the sofa, in front of the open laptop where he had been writing his short story. He gave Scarlett a lovesick smile, holding hands out for her. "You've no idea how fast it's moving. Come here, sit with me, I want to write just a little bit while it's still humming through me," he murmured, debating just then if he should tell her that he was in love. Would she leave right then?