excerpt one

he leaned back " shall i change the way you paint? "
she thought, well, talk to me if you want that, don't just fuck me. a dog could fuck me.
but all she said was" maybe ", and wondered where the conversation would go from there. he just shifted his weight from his elbow, " i have to go".
that was a bit of a surprise. " okay"
well, what could she say, no? not yet? kiss me first? don't leave me oh man of my dreams? yes, i'll start a series for you this afternoon?
she rolled onto her side and he pushed a pillow into her stomach in an awkward attempt to comfort her. it was the least he could do after such a invasive manoeuvre as the implied muse question...

from a book not scolded