This letter is NOT about the character with your name…

Babe… Speaking of me being a bit weird…

I spent lunch today reading that book we talked about. It continues to be easy-breezy, and I am enjoying it immensely…

But, as predicted, there is sex.

And, I mean, none of it so far has been truly surprising, nor had the narrative ever lingered on it. Mostly it's been implied, such as when the character with your name emerged from a room grinning from ear to ear, hand-in-hand with her partner. Which I read about the day after we talked about it…

But today.

Today, I got to the sex scene. Or, at least, the first… I dunno, I've only just hit the 50% mark, so who knows what might lurk in those later pages…

But. Oh. Goodness.

As if I needed that particular flame fanned today…

I mean, as I mentioned, I've been reading sci-fi and fantasy for decades. I am not unaccustomed to the random bit of sex here and there. This one probably wasn't even the most intense I've ever read. Though some bits did put even the steamiest of my steamier letters to shame…

Guess I still have a lot to learn about writing. Good. I love improving myself.

But there was one thing that did set it apart a bit from most (not all) of what I've read in the past: it was told from the woman's point of view.

And NGL, it was hot as fuck to read.

Look, I know you aren't going to come here and write about just exactly what it does to you when you catch my eyes lingering hungrily on your lips, but holy shit if ever you did…

And sure, aside from being whip smart and resourceful as fuck, the narrator is not really a bit like you. And the target of her lust is less 40-something dad-bod and more 20-something bundle of coiled muscle. Still though, for a few pages, it let me pretend to spend a few moments in your shoes - or at least how I should very much like to imagine them.

And I liked it. A lot.

God, if I could have some sort of window into your mind, know just what makes you tick, what turns you on, what gets you off…

Well. Guess I'll eventually learn it all the old fashioned way. And that is perfectly fine by me. Those are lessons I look forward to eagerly. I can't frickin' wait.

But, in the meantime… pretty sure I'll be finding myself in this weird spot at least one or two more times before I get to the end of this book… So, if I seem a bit more… uh… you know…

Well.

I'm blaming the book.

(…and certainly not just me being me, oh gosh no, not that at all, ahem…)

Well. Until next time, my love. Love you, so damned much.

Yours.