Her mouth shrinks, tightening into a knot as she reads, until finally, she bursts into laughter. “Oh my god!” she cries. “It’s Nora Stephens fan fiction!”“Can it really be called fan fiction if the author clearly isn’t a fan?” I say.“Has she sent you more? Does it get smutty? Lots of fan fiction gets smutty.”“Again,” I say, “not fan fiction.”Libby cackles. “Maybe Dusty’s got a crush.”“Or maybe she’s hiring a hit man as we speak.”“I hope it gets smutty,” she says.“Libby, if you had your way, every book would end with an earth-shattering orgasm.”“Hey, why wait until the end?”
valeriyatretyak26 августа 2022Her mouth shrinks, tightening into a knot as she reads, until finally, she bursts into laughter. “Oh my god!” she cries. “It’s Nora Stephens fan fiction!”“Can it really be called fan fiction if the author clearly isn’t a fan?” I say.“Has she sent you more? Does it get smutty? Lots of fan fiction gets smutty.”“Again,” I say, “not fan fiction.”Libby cackles. “Maybe Dusty’s got a crush.”“Or maybe she’s hiring a hit man as we speak.”“I hope it gets smutty,” she says.“Libby, if you had your way, every book would end with an earth-shattering orgasm.”“Hey, why wait until the end?”9