Page 85 of The Write Off

Logan hands me a thick envelope he must have been concealing. I open it to find folded-up papers and brochures and my jaw drops so fast. If I had been eating, I’m certain I would have spit out my pancakes.

“New Zealand? For real? They have Lord Of The Rings tours.”

“I know.”

“You know?”

“You talk about them in your sleep.”

I smack him in the chest and he grunts.

“I have booked a twelve-day Middle Earth experience. I’ve been assured it is the ultimate fan tour.”

Abandoning my plate on the table, I throw my leg over him, climbing onto his lap and pinning him to the couch below me.

“You really want to spend your first vacation in years traipsing around the New Zealand countryside with a bunch of fantasy nerds? Logan, this must have cost you a fortune.”

“Spending two weeks watching you lose your mind over random filming locations of a twenty-five-year-old movie is priceless, Love.”

“It’s too much.”

“It’s just enough. Consider it a Tolkien of my love for you.”

I cover my face with my hands and groan. “Why am I so attracted to you?”

“It’s the apron. Now, if you’re done with your pancakes, I believe I promised you a thorough ravishing.”

I wrap myself around him tighter as he stands and starts for the bedroom.

“That reminds me,” I say, peppering kisses down his neck. “I got you something at the bookstore.”

“Please tell me you didn’t buy me a dinosaur erotica book.”

“I didn’t buy you a dinosaur erotica book. I bought you two dinosaur erotica books.”

“Rilla–”

“I think you’re going to like these ones. The first one is called Paleo Park After Dark. It’s about a paleontologist who discovers that the fossils at a dinosaur park come to life at night.”

“Rilla–”

“And if that doesn’t do it for you, I also got Tyrannosaurus-Sex and–”

“Rilla.”

“Yes, Logan?”

“Stop talking.” He places me on the bed and I immediately pull him down on top of me.

I grin as I graze his earlobe with my teeth. “Make me.”