Sunday, May 13, 2012


From one of the several romance stories I'm working on.  Stacy's just been huffing about how Brian barely knows her, the jeans he's ogling could be hiding plenty, and that she refuses to just be a "good time" to him.
He leaned in close to whisper, “Honey, those jeans don’t hide a damn thing, and I have no doubt that you’re perfect when stripped of them.”  He nearly growled the last part. 
He leaned back to look at her, and as he did so, she could see the fire in his eyes.  She suddenly felt like it mirrored her own. 
Before she could say anything, he spoke again, “But,” he sighed, “you’re right about us not knowing each other that well.  I’d very much like to fix that.”

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