The Girl Who Wrote Erotica, Book One: The Method (Contemporary Romance) by Angela Jordan Page A

spell, feeling saucy, and asked him, smiling, “So… was it good for you?”
     
    He laughed throatily, reaching for some of my hair and twirling it around his finger. He leaned in for a light kiss before responding. “Yes, yes it was. Was it good for you?”
     
    I nodded in response, not wanting to put into words just how good. I wasn’t sure if this was for my own benefit, or for his – but right now, I just didn’t want to think about it. I felt those lingering doubts I had about what we were doing start to creep back into my head, and I forcefully shook them away. Not now , I told myself. Not just yet.
     
    Without saying anything, I forced myself to my feet, reaching for my robe and donning it while I gathered the remote to my bedroom television, as well as pouring us each another small drink from my bedroom stash. He seemed a bit surprised by how suddenly I’d risen up from the bed, but he didn’t say anything.

“Just a second,” I said with a smile. “I’ll pour us a drink. You stay there.”
     
    He looked at me with sincere curiosity behind a small smile as I brought him the drink and plopped down onto my bed, sitting back against the pillows and snuggling up against his body. “I have all the on-demand movie accounts in the world,” I said. “Take your pick.”
     
    I knew I’d interrupted whatever post-coital, blissed-out moment normal people were used to, but I just couldn’t handle that right now. I could see the questions behind Jamie’s eyes, working in his mind, but he didn’t voice them – he only sat up and scooted back next to me, taking the drink I offered him. I was grateful for that.
     
    “I’ve always been a fan of horror flicks, if you don’t mind.”
     
    I smiled. “Sounds good to me. I love a good scary movie.” I flicked on the TV and brought up the selection of horror movies available, handing him the remote. “You pick – I’m down for anything.”
     
    He scrolled through a few pages before settling on a horror movie I’d been eyeing for days but couldn’t decide if I wanted to watch. It was a good pick, and I smiled when he put his arm around me as the movie began. The movie was great, keeping our interest and making us each jump a few times with unanticipated frights. When it was over, Jamie tried to go in for another deep kiss, but I returned it with just a peck before pulling away.
     
    “I’m going to get cleaned up,” I told him. He scratched his head, looking lost, and I knew he was wondering what was up with me.
     
    “I guess I should be going,” he said, looking at me with a half-questioning glance. It was the moment of truth – and the truth was that I wanted him to stay the night.
     
    “Do you want to stay here?” I asked him, trying to ignore the weight of meaning behind the words. “It’s getting late…”
     
    I’d expected him to smile and accept immediately. But instead, his reply cut through me like a knife. “Do you have a spare bedroom?” he asked.
     
    My eyes dropped. I knew why he’d asked it. I knew how weird I was being, how back-and-forth – intimate one minute, cold the next. But I couldn’t help it. And, worse, I didn’t know how to tell Jamie what was going through my head, my body and my heart. And even if I’d try to explain it, I doubted he’d understand.
     
    “Jamie…” I began slowly, trying to choose my words carefully. “Do you think you could maybe sleep here tonight? …With me?”
     
    He stared at for a long moment, letting out a low sigh. “Tasha,” he said, “You know I’d like nothing better. But I’m just trying to figure out what’s going on with you.”
     
    I nodded, not really surprised by his question. “Look, I know I’m being a little weird right now. It’s like I told you on the phone… I’m not used to this, Jamie. I never let guys stay the night. So please, try to be a little patient… Can you do that for me?”
     
    He stared at me for a long moment, then nodded. “I can