“What are you reading over there?” Charles asks. It’s been a few hours since we took off. Charles apparently doesn’t care that I’m his sister’s enemy and has been talking to me for most of the flight. I think it’s because he has an interest in me, but I might be wrong.
“A romance novel,” I reply, switching off my phone screen and turning to face him.
“You’re a romance fan?”
“Yes, I am.”
“So, you must be waiting for your prince charming to rescue you then?”
“No, I’m not.”
“But you’re a romance fan?”
“Yes.”
“I’m confused,” he chuckles.
I laugh before speaking. “I love romance novels, but not the typical kind you might be familiar with.”
“Hmm, let me guess, you’re into dark romance,” Charles says, smirking.
“Yes, I am.” I smile. “How did you know?”
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