Stars Dancing [Dreams-To-Lovers Romance]

ENOUGH.

Two crying showers in twenty-four hours was WAAAAY too many. I popped in my ear buds, grabbed another cup of coffee and re-toasted the bagel. Smearing it with strawberry cream cheese, I opened Discord praying to the gods who just might favor me that someone FUNNY was in chat.

My fave upbeat k-pop song and #SpecialStreamsGeneral didn't let me down!

SpiritdeCacao: a roach scurried under my bedsheet

HC: What part of your body is it gonna feast on?

SpiritdeCacao: cue GingerBollox

GingerBollox: your anus

Bartt: drown it in rakija

SpiritdeCacao: it'll die happy

Cherubella: roaches are powerful talismans

CarlaCee: I wasn't gonna bROACH the subject

InnerFire: Yorkshire tea anyone?

RabbitGuano: finally someone with some sense

CarlaCee: I scent my prey

Cherubella: kill it humanely

InnerFire: nothing like waking up to clotted cream on berries

Cherubella: blood clots when exposed to oxygen

GingerBollox: I'll have to try clotted blood in my coffee

CoolBeans: pretentious git

HC: blood? cream? neither belongs in coffee

Ayela: all black, all the time

ArlenKnight: that's what she said

Bartt: who said?

HC: said what?

GingerBollox: whatsit?

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CarlaCee: thingamajig

GingerBollox: my ma jig

Lorca: anyone but his ma jig

Howdy: @DickDaddy, I'm waiting

DickDaddy: I'll take that ma jig

ArlenKnight: 🔥🔥🔥

CorkyCash: dinner was brats and beans

HC: that's what she said

SassySwords: who said?

LordTyrant: I SAID.

WarMarsupial: I screamed.

Buttle: always knew you'd be a screamer

StacysLair: someone turn the A/C on

RaceHorse: turn up the heat

RabbitGuano: is it hot in here?

Exclamation: guess who's writing spice today?

HC: all of us. immediately.

ArlenKnight: or the server will explode again

I laughed out loud at all of it, relieved to hear something other than weeping coming out of my vocal cords then dipped back into my DMs.

Ayela: the spice, HC. now.

HC: lol. you asked for it, you got it. Link to attached file, "Too Hot To Handle."

Ayela: weeeeee! 🎉

Tapping open the file, I curled up on my sofa and started in. The document was fifty pages. Oh boy, this was gonna be gooooood. Wait, fifty pages of spice? Hmm, maybe it was a long weekend romantic trip. What kind of cozy vacation were my favorite gals going on?

Dinner. In the apartment. Alright, well, that was a steamy meal of affection and saying sweet, banter-y, suggestive things over lingered bites of cheesecake. Smiling, I scrolled the page.

To find another scene of elbows touching and shoulders bumping whilst washing the dishes. Oh, how clean this couple was!

For several pages. Not only did the dishes get washed, but the counters were wiped down — good gods, tell me they were gonna get naked and put those counters to use— nope! The windows were spotless and the hardwood floors gleaming.

Nuh uh. Those sparkly floors were not used either.

But the bathroom was. Oh yes, the sink, toilet and tub were shining like new money by the time my fave gals stepped into the shower. And, yea! Finally! A kiss. Ummm. More than a kiss. Oh yeah.

Now, I can't go into details here for reasons you understand, but there was some activity in that shower of interest to people who enjoy reading smut, and yet, it fell a bit short. An ultimately unsatisfying shower, I tell you.

Well, I wasn't done reading. There were still seventeen pages to go.

The gals were unclothed, of course, but they didn't stop talking. Feelings were declared, and promises made. Begging ensued, and it seemed like things might get interesting when I got to page forty-seven.

By that time, I admit, I was ready to strangle the next girl who FUCKING TALKED. Use your damn tongue for something else, ladies! I thought that's the direction things were going, but no, my beloved redhead was on her knees when her partner got what she needed, and the scene did not make sense.

I finished the chapter, and my fave couple finished too. Yes, it took them FIFTY PAGES, and it was mostly talking, but they got it done in the end.

Oh wow. What to do? Was HC planning to put all of this in Shapeless Poetry? Should I really tell him my honest feedback? How should I handle this?

Did he really want to know what I thought about it? Wasn't he better off just going with it as he wrote it? He was a published author after all. Who was I to correct his steamy scenes?

Anggh. No, that wouldn't do.

I scrolled back through my DMs with HC to see what I'd promised him:

Ayela: send me what you've got. I'll be real, but gentle

I'd promised to be real. What did I even mean by that? Okay, just tackle it head on, Sam. He needed someone well-acquainted with girl love to set him straight. Ha ha. Good pun, CarlaCee would love it!

I pulled open my pad and DM'd HC, eager to see how the conversation would go and kinda giggling to myself about his "smut."