It’s fitting that he wouldn’t enjoy romance.
Most guys don’t.
Actually, I could never picture him
staring at those covers—
the heroine bent against the arm of the hero,
her mouth open in awe at his cascade of flowing hair,
her hands scrabbling for purchase on his slick muscles…
I can’t see him reading those things at all.
I folded up his receipt of epic fantasy novels,
and slipped it into my pocket
to bring home to my folder.
Maybe one day, I’ll read one of the books,
so we can have something
to talk about.