Writing a romance novel is harder than I thought, especially when it comes to the love scenes. At nineteen I don’t have much first-hand experience at this kind of stuff so I ask my seasoned housemate Paul to help me out. When he starts talking me through it though I’m soon blushing, but the blood isn’t just rushing to my cheeks. I feel a lust for him like never before and I just have to have him. I want him to be my first.
