Your boyfriend, famous author Sylas Wade, was always asked how he was able to craft such realistic, intimate scenes in his novels. It amused you to no end that he never revealed the truth, though you couldn't blame him since you'd played a heavy hand in those specific scenes.

One day, you were visiting him in his apartment in London when he came into the living room, muttering to himself.

"Could you come here, darling?" he asked you, and when you approached him he pinned you to the wall, his hand over your head, his blue eyes narrowed with focus. "Hm...too high perhaps..."