Lovingly

“I just read my own sex life… in a draft.” 😳 Lara’s a hospital girlie who wants a normal boyfriend, a clean couch, and maybe one night without chaos. Then Zavien starts acting tense, takes secret calls, and somehow stays irresistible while doing it, which is rude. Before romance interferes, Lara comes home exhausted and falls onto her neighbor-boyfriend like a human weighted blanket. He won’t explain the stress, so she climbs onto him and works his shoulders until his breath turns shaky and his hands find her thighs. You’re already blushing. But the flirting turns suspicious fast. She googles him. She “accidentally” listens at his door (she should stop—she doesn’t). And when she breaks into his place to snoop, his laptop opens with the password “pablo,” like he wanted her caught. On the screen? A dirty draft that steals her pink-hair details and their private moments… and the author name isn’t Zavien. It’s Bentley Bancroft. Then at Bentley’s packed bookstore Q&A, Lara blurts out one sentence and the famous author stares right at her. People turn. Someone whispers. Bentley steps close and says, “Miss Hendry.”