Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 7

only gotten worse (in a good way). Now she's created a personal library full of novels filled with dragons, fairies, vampires, shapeshifters of all kinds, and romance. Always she returned to romance. Still, there were these characters in her head, worlds wanting to be built on paper, and stories wanting to be told and she began writing them down whether during or after class. She continues to this day. Only recently has it begun to become fruitful, spreading out to let others read and enter her worlds, meet her characters, and see what she sees. No matter what she writes, her stories of romance with their twists of paranormal, fantasy, and erotica will always have their Happily Ever Afters.
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PILLOW TALK
    by J.H. Knight

    Two young men sleeping on a bed together. Fully clothed and lying on top of the covers, the one in back sleeps on the other's back with his arm tucked around his midsection, hugging him in sleep.

    Dear Author,
    This photo shows two young men asleep in bed together. Sweetness, trust, absolute comfort with each other. So are they just friends or what?
    Sincerely,
    Jenna

    genre: contemporary
    tags: college boys; gay for you; friends to lovers; fluff/sweet; young adults
    word count: 22,560
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    PILLOW TALK
    by J.H. Knight
    Smacking his dry lips together, his tongue feeling like he'd licked the carpet in his sleep, Scott wasn't quite ready to blink open his crusty eyes. He silently began piecing together the night before. Copious amounts of alcohol, loud music, the apartment full of friends and more than a few friendly strangers. He vaguely remembered a quick hand-job in the bathroom from some guy Jimmy had introduced him to, but the rest was a blur.
    When he felt safe that his head wasn't on the verge of exploding, Scott opened one eye. The warmth against his back and the comfortable weight of an arm slung over his waist told him he wasn't alone, but the familiar little snore against his ear was what made him smile and dare to lift his head.
    Jimmy. The man was wrapped around him from behind, their jean-clad legs tangled together, t-shirts twisted, socks half-kicked off. They wound up like that too often for Scott to be surprised. "Wake up, dipshit, you're drooling on my shoulder." Scott nudged back against his best friend, but Jimmy just tightened his arm and snuffled into Scott's hair. "Christ," he muttered to himself with a huff of laughter, trying to disentangle from the other man.
    They had been best friends and roommates for over four years, inseparable since being randomly assigned to a dorm room together. They both got their bachelor's degrees and when Jimmy started med school less than a year ago, Scott started his PhD program and the two of them got this little place off campus together. It was small, but clean and cheap.
    Voice rough from sleep, and probably more than a few hits off the bong that was passed around the night before, Jimmy muttered, "Time is it?"
    Scott was just getting himself up, glancing at the clock, "Nearly noon," he said over his shoulder, running a hand through his sandy-blond hair.
    "What time is Ruby getting in?"
    "Plane lands in an hour."
    Spreading out on the bed and stretching his long, strong arms over his broad shoulders, "We should've told her to come out on Monday so we could've recovered from last night." Jimmy grumbled, his words nearly lost on a yawn. If Scott let himself think about it—and he never did let himself think about it—he'd have to admit that Jimmy was picture perfect, straight out of a magazine perfect.
    Still sitting on the side of the bed with his elbows resting on his knees, Scott looked like he might roll over and go back to sleep, only grunting in agreement with Jimmy's comment.
    "Get your big gay ass moving, sweet cheeks." Jimmy told him, finally getting to his feet and stretching again.
    He shot Jimmy an affronted look as the man came to stand in front of him, "My ass may