Would he really try and write about her? She had already had dedications and sneak peeks of his work but would he ever really think her good enough to be inserted into one of his carefully-constructed worlds?
"You're the best realist writer to ever have existed," she said, pandering to his ego a little, "You don't need to put me into your books because you're living this out with me. We're both real people with facets and flaws in the shine. You don't have to write about something you're getting to live through each day."
Abi leant forwards and captured his lips in a searingly earnest kiss, pouring all she had through it. "I love you beyond meaning."