This week’s Six Sentence Sunday comes once again from my work in progress, but from a different spot.
He moved to walk around her, and she resisted the urge to turn around, but barley. Fingertips caressed her shoulders for a whisper than they were gone. His body covered her back the warmth seeped into her, causing her breath to hitch. Steve snaked an arm around her waist. Fingers danced along her stomach ascending toward her breast. He cupped one through her bra kneading like he had all night and day to discover her body.