Rather shamelessly, Scarlett leaned toward him, eating the apple and reading over his shoulder as he typed away. While it was a bit rough, she supposed that was normal for first drafts and that he'd smooth it out in the editing phase, the core of it was hot as fuck, and she got more than a little thrill out of being immortalized in this way.
And then he typed those last three little words, and her brows shot up for the briefest moment before laughter overtook her. She was no stranger to men thinking they'd fallen in love with her, and really, she should have expected it from him, but she hadn't. The nineteen-year-old also hadn't exactly developed tactful ways of letting those men down.
"You mean you love her lips and pussy and unbelievably exciting sense of adventure," she corrected, smirking still.