That night, at Sam’s apartment, they sit on the floor surrounded by half-finished rope harnesses and coffee cups.
He laughs. “That’s three rules.”
Sam has her own account now: KnotAndQuill. Her bio: “Rope artist. Writer. In love with a man brave enough to let me see him.”
If you’d like a version with more explicit scenes (tastefully integrated into the romance), or a different setting/tone (e.g., darker, more comedic, or fantasy-based), let me know and I can adapt it further.
Sam is quiet for a long moment. Then she smiles. “That’s the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard in a coffee shop.”
Sam reaches across the table and touches his hand. “You’re not broken. You just know what you want. That’s rare.”