It's Sunday and time for another Six from Passions Flight!
Moisture pooled between her legs, her dry throat made her voice sound breathless, barely more than a whisper in a strong wind. “Why, you don’t like me.” She repeated, some part of her mind refusing to let it go.
His mouth lifted showing a flash of straight white teeth and her stomach did a strange flip. “Not the problem, never was.” His voice dropped low, his words swam in her head making her feel dizzy with a light giddiness that took her completely by surprise.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Six Sentence Sunday
Posted by Lynnet Shannan at 12:00 AM