Lukas and Yoga

When I wrote Noah's Starship, one of the biggest complaints from reader was that the first few chapters moved way too fast and skipped important details of new love. 

It's true! When I wrote it I was trying to do something interesting where I had one chapter showing a whole month of our relationship. That sounded like a really cool idea at the time -Do twelve chapters to show one year of how a relationship starts and evolves- but no it didn't work. 

I'm finally feeling up to fixing that and I'm halfway through writing chapter one of it. I need a title, something with the boy's name "Lukas." Any ideas?! 

Will it be a total ripoff of my previous stories? 
No. I'm making it different but including some of the cute things A. did that I didn't cram into Noah. 

Will it be hot with lots of action? 
Yes, but it'll be much more of a slow boil than my other series and more true to how much A. took his time with me. It took forever to move past the kissing, rubbing stage. It will show a lot more of the confusion I had with him where he freely explored me but did so in a way that left me questioning if he saw me as a young boy he was taking in under his wing or a hot guy he wanted to be with. 

Is it going to be one of my stories with a dominant Persian/Arab man takes on a submissive gay boy? Yes. 

Will that annoy people who maybe want some more variety from me? 
Possibly!

Should I ask myself questions and then answer them? 
I'm doing it... I'm doing it. 

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My love affair with the yoga guy has ended. 

I still go to his class, but A. doesn't get jealous when I go. It happened innocently. I was talking about the really great yoga class I go to at the gym in our new apartment place. His classes are perfection. I was talking about it so much that A. started to get jealous and he misunderstood. He thought I was into the yoga instructor instead of the class. 

It's just a REALLY good class, but he was picturing me drooling over some hot yoga muscle. 

Yesterday we were walking down to check the mail and get Starbucks and a break from his parents. We were in the lobby mail area when the yoga guy came in. 

Yoga guy saw me and gave a big, gay "HAYYY girl!" He rushed over and gave me a hug. A. does NOT like me being touched by other men so I thought he would give me that disapproving look, but instead he laughed. Yoga guy introduced himself to A. and A. shook his hand and told him how much I love his class. They made small talk and yoga guy left. 

"He is pixie," A. laughed when we walked down the street. "He is tiny boy like you, but much much older." He seemed very satisfied with that, and a little smug. 

Yoga guy is probably close to 40 and very small and fit. A. no longer sees him as competition. Needless to say he has zero problem with me going to that yoga class now. It makes it less fun.