"Love is an interesting thing, Willow. Be careful not to throw that word around if you don't mean it."
As Adal spoke, he was writing down the finishing touches to the play.
"I do mean it, with all of my heart!" She insisted desperately.
Adal chuckled to himself.
He believed her, sort of.
Willow was definitely severely interested in him. After all, he had just made her feel the most amount of pleasure she had ever experienced in her forty years of living.
The woman would throw out claims of wanting to be with him, but he would not respond until the lust had died down.
"If you still feel that way by the end of the week, then we can go from there. For now, come here. I want you to read the final acts."
...
Willow Collins read the final acts of the play with her jaw dropped the entire time.
The plot twists and endings told her that this play would easily become one of the largest talking points of the city, if rehearsed properly.
