“It could be about us,” she says.
“How so?”
“Well, the tropes are insta-love, which I think we fall under.”
“What’s an insta-love trope?”
“You know, love at first sight. I always thought it was so cheesy because who falls in love instantly? But I think we could qualify.”
I raise a brow. “You think we fell in love instantly?”
“Maybe not instantly, but pretty fast. We’ve known each other for less than three months, and we’re living together, vacationing together, and madly in love. That counts as insta-love in my book.”
I laugh. “All right, fair point. So we’re an insta-love couple. What else?”
“The characters in this book are opposites attract. I think that’s us too.”
“You think we’re opposites?”
“In some ways, yeah. You’re rich and had an idyllic childhood. I grew up poor and had a horrible one. In that way, we’re opposites.”
“We’ve got a lot of similarities too, though.”
“Yeah,” she says. “That’s what makes us compatible. Oh, and it’s also a sports romance.”
I laugh. “You’ve barely gotten to experience the sports romance part yet. Just wait. Once our games start back up, you’ll find me even more attractive.” I give her a cocky grin.
She throws her head back laughing. “I don’t know if that’s possible. I already think you’re the hottest person I’ve ever met.”
“Well,” I say, propping myself up on one elbow, “that probably helped the insta-love factor because I think you’re the hottest person I’ve ever seen too.”
Her cheeks flush, and she ducks her head, smiling. “That brings me to my favorite trope. Soulmates.”
“You think we’re soulmates?”
“I definitely think we’re soulmates.” She says it so matter-of-factly, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
My chest tightens in the best way. “Yeah, I do too.”
She beams at me, and I can’t help myself. “So, soulmate... want to take a break from your book and make out?”
She giggles, closing the book and setting it aside. “Okay.”
She leans over me, her hair falling around us like a curtain, and captures my mouth with hers. The kiss starts slow and sweet, but it doesn’t stay that way for long. My hand slides into her hair, pulling her closer, and she sighs against my lips.
When we finally break apart, both of us breathing hard, she rests her forehead against mine.
“You’d better get back to reading,” I tease. “I’m excited to see some new moves from your book in bed tonight.”
She glances up with a smirk. “Don’t get your hopes up. This book only has a one chili pepper rating.”
I blink. “What do vegetables have to do with sex?”
She bursts out laughing. “It’s the spice level. The hotter the chili pepper rating, the hotter the sex.”
“Okay, so what’s like a hundred chili peppers then? What would that be?”
“It doesn’t go that high. Usually, it caps at five.”
