Six Sentence Sunday – From Wedding Bell Blues

February 5, 2012

Janie could feel the smooth plane of his body pressing against her breasts; an ache had started low in her body that had nothing to do with exhaustion and everything to do with Pete Toleffson. She closed her eyes and let her cheek rest against his chest for a moment, feeling warm skin and smelling faint hints of sweat and aftershave, letting herself relax against the hard muscles of his chest and thighs.

One muscle was very hard indeed.

What the hell was she doing? Pete Toleffson stared down at her, his eyes obscured in the dim light. “Something wrong, Ms. Dupree?” he murmured.

 



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