"I bent the male lead," Jason let out shocked. "Not just him, I also bent the author of the book," he said proudly.
He stood before the mirror checking out his looks. He was a devilish handsome man, for him to win the hearts of such great people.
He felt like giving autographs. He felt on top of the world, imagine the best person in the world and then learn that they liked you. And have silently been holding in their feelings.
There was a lot of reasons he could think of that would force the author to hide the way he felt. He could have feared getting rejected. Or he was shy to let out what he was feeling.
Before entering the novel, he was not even sure he could ever see men in the light that he saw them in now. So that too could have forced the man to press his feelings deep down into his heart.
