Her endorsement exploded across the campus network.
[Wow, Mrs. Colby is recommending a romance novel? This I gotta see!]
[Did you hear? She said it's a must-read!]
[I'm buying it today—even if I have to live on instant noodles for a week.]
Of course, there were skeptics:
[Doesn't the writing style feel familiar? Kind of like her Confessions of Love—but rated R?]
[She'd never write something like this. She loves her husband too much to pen anything this scandalous.]
[She refused to sell out for another bestseller before. Why would she start now?]
But those doubts were quickly drowned out by eager admirers. I closed my phone, shaking my head. In this world, impossible doesn't exist.
***
Three days before my departure, I booked my flight. As I finalized the payment, I felt the warmth of Alexa's arms encircle me from behind. Her lips brushed softly against the nape of my neck, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine.
"Darling," she murmured, "what are you looking at?"
I quickly locked the screen, sliding the phone into my pocket. "Nothing important," I said casually. "Just deciding where to book dinner for my birthday."