The Master of Romance

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My character is very sick but refuses to stay in bed. What does your character do to keep them there?

"—It sounds boring. I’m glad I’m not taking it. I don’t even know what it is—”

The thought of sleeping sounds wonderful—nearly irresistible—but the thought of passing this course is keeping him awake. With a sheepish smile, he pulled her close for a chaste kiss.

"—No—was I supposed to? I let myself in—the gnome key. It was still there. I’m pretty sure everyone and their mother knows about the gnome key."

"I need a better hiding spot, huh?" he asked, only a little sheepish. "Better yet, I should just give you a copy of my key. You're over often enough for it, I think." His arms wrapped around her waist as she perched on his lap, looking over his law coursework.

Ugh, tell me about slow nights. I’m two rows into a box of oreos.

He laughed at her reply—it was so Eponine. Putting his book aside so he can type, his studying was all but forgotten for the moment.

—She’ll let herself in (he always kept that key under the gnome at the door—she must remind him to replace it), carefully sneaking up behind her precious boy, before wrapping her arms around him and barraging him with kisses.

Eponine swore aloud. She didn’t mean to like that picture from six months ago. It gave her away as a facebook stalker. She crumpled in a heap and pulled the blankets up over her head.

A little red bubble appeared at the top of his screen, letting him know he had a notification. He quirked a brow as he noticed Eponine had liked an old photo of his. Was she going through his profile? Maybe she was as bored as he was. He moved to message her.