Self talk

"Sara's POV,"

"Aaron, your coffee."

I handed him his regular mug in greeting.

Compared to the previous night, I sensed a fresh change. He showed me a side I had never seen before. He became friendly with me. In his presence, I was able to express myself freely.

"What are your plans for today, Sara?" He took a sip of his coffee and met my eyes directly.

He had never looked with such intensity. Though I couldn't detect lust in his eyes, he was staring at me differently than usual.

"I have nothing planned; I plan to spend the day alone." I smiled awkwardly, unsure of what to do when stranded at home alone for two days without any creative spark. Writing is the one activity that keeps me engaged; without it, I have no idea what I will do.

"Sara, what made you decide to write sexual novels?" He earnestly asked me.

Why does he seem to care so much about my life? Rather than asking him about the reason behind his sudden interest in me, I felt it would be a good idea to share my journey to