There's only so much to add. The way he smells. The way he moves. The way he looks. The way he walks. Where they put their hands and feet and where. The devastatingly beautiful look in their eyes (what?) or the way the protagonist shivers as his fingers touch her shoulder (or something). I can't do it. I'm hopeless. High fantasy and science fiction are my genres. Not... romance. But what would a book-length story be without it? Oh, screw this. I'm going to go back to writing epic battle scenes with wizardry/plasma guns and cyborgs/shapeshifters.
HEAR THAT, GENRE CONVENTIONS? SCREW YOU FOR AS LONG AS I CAN AVOID IT.
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