The Subsect trembling in her hands, Rory had to pause to breathe.
She'd been so consumed in the words he'd written, she hadn't even noticed the sound of Jess's car pulling away from her grandparents' estate.
His novel was something powerful; meaningful. He wouldn't call it "poetry" – he'd say that medium was reserved for academia and preteen girls – but the way he crafted those words…
Logan had once written a simple poem as a romantic gift.
Jess would never have done that.
He'd write the poetry without realizing it was even poetry.
She guiltily realized that seemed much more romantic.