ReadToLiv
No. I doubt I’ll ever run into him again.
TheWriteGuy
Or … you’ll keep running into him, like every good romance novel.
I laughed out loud. My life was anything but aromance novel. In fact, I’d never had a boyfriend. Not even a serious crush. My romantic life was nonexistent.
ReadToLiv
Real life is not a romance novel. And I don’t care that I’ll never talk to this guy again. He’s not my type.
TheWriteGuy
I’m calling your bluff. A good-looking guy who makes your pulse race—isn’t that every woman’s type?
Maybe he had a point. But he didn’t know it wasTalonwe were talking about—the swimming golden boy, the guy treated like royalty. Huh. That actually sounded a lot like Cassemir. MaybeTheWriteGuyknew more than I thought.
ReadToLiv
Conceited jerk isn’t my type.
TheWriteGuy
LOL. Ouch. Does he know you think so little of him?
ReadToLiv
Trust me, he doesn’t care what I think of him. He didn’t even know I existed until our run-in, and I’m sure he’s forgotten me by now.
TheWriteGuy
I have a feeling you made a lasting impression.
ReadToLiv
Haha, you’re probably right. He isn’t used to women who don’t fawn all over him.
TheWriteGuy
Maybe he’s like Cassemir. Two sides—and you just have to get to know him.
ReadToLiv
Maybe. But I don’t think there are that many Cassemirs in real life.
TheWriteGuy
Maybe. But I think there are more than you realize.
I reread his message. Was he implying he knew from experience? Was it easy for him to write Cassemir because they had so much in common?
I hesitated. Would it be too personal to ask if he had put himself into his character? Slowly I typed out my message, my curiosity winning.
ReadToLiv
Are you a Cassemir?