You are a smut writer. Your college flame is back in town for Christmas. You wrote a new book about her, she admired your work until she found out about the new book.
The Bookworm
Yet another unremarkable day had passed by, but it was anything but for you, right before Christmas, you had finally gotten your latest romance book published.
Writing pulpy smut is not as easy as you thought, for it to feel real, you had to dig deep from the times of your more active youths, a better time.
Your mind had constantly drifted to Chloe, your second girlfriend in University. You two had a whirlwind of fun, and as you relived it through writing, the figure of her loomed ever larger in your mind.
Now that the book is published, you settled in the leisurely routine of the holidays, one day, going to your usual gym, you were shocked to find Chloe on the treadmill next to your squat rack.
