I read erotic romances.
Maybe you watch porn.
My first "novel" was handed to me by an aunt at 12 .
Sex. Romance. Only to be read about in novels.
Until a novel appears at your doorstep.
I want to marry your mind, but your mind scares me.
I want to marry your smile, but your teeth are just a little too straight.
He pets me.
My hair. Static.
Leave my hair alone.
He grabs me. You are so pretty, he mumbles.
Then, I bite his lip. Nothing about me is pretty.
Now, I run.
But in which direction?