Cami
I’m breathing hard by the time I push through the door to his apartment above the lodge. Laughing and so damn turned on I can hardly see straight. For three days, my fingers typed out the start of a new book. I finished over half of it in less time than it usually takes me to type out a few chapters. I wanted a muse, some inspiration to hit, so to speak, and boy did I get it.
I woke up the morning after Owen and I sat on the couch in my cabin eating sandwiches and crunching on chips feeling more relaxed than I had in years. I fell asleep with a smile on my face, and not just because I couldn’t stop picturing the look on Owen’s face when he saw how many heavy blankets I use at night.
I was able to send Gretchen the manuscript for her to read through because even though I felt like I was spot on and writing magic, I knew it would help to hear what Gretchen thought of what I’d written so far.