Succumb
‘Want to go up to the terrace while the order gets ready?’
‘Yes.’ As simple as that. No games.
Her eyes glistened in the moonlight.
‘I...’
Whack!
My cheek stung. ‘That was for presuming I’d say “Yes.”’
Whack!
The other cheek. Christ. She’s ambidextrous. ‘And that was for being right.’
And then she kissed me.
9th January 2006. 55 words.
‘Yes.’ As simple as that. No games.
Her eyes glistened in the moonlight.
‘I...’
Whack!
My cheek stung. ‘That was for presuming I’d say “Yes.”’
Whack!
The other cheek. Christ. She’s ambidextrous. ‘And that was for being right.’
And then she kissed me.
9th January 2006. 55 words.
Selected by zigzackly |
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4 Comments:
Peter,
Want to know more. 55-er not enough. What happened next. Make it a 550-er!
John
:-)
Some kinda woman, eh?
Woah!
He twisted his brow up, broke her kiss, pushed her back firmly across the terrace till she rested roughly aside a wall, twisted her hands around her back,sneered incredulously at her, "Excuse me?" drawn out, and continued staring right into her.
Then hovered just over her lips, long and breathed.
Long. And slow.
[55 words]
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