fiction friday 54: content.

fiction friday.

So sorry I haven’t been keeping up with my fiction friday posts… I guess I’ve had a lot on my mind. Too much. Too much reality, anyway. So here’s a little something… (very little…)

content.

She slowly ran a finger over his warm bare chest. When she turned to kiss him there, his arms tightened around her. Inside his long sweet breath, he mumbled her name just before kissing her head.

“Is it bad that we’re in the most beautiful city in the world and I never want to leave this bed?”

She laughed softly. “I think I can get you out of bed…”

“I don’t know how you’re going to do that.”

With a hand on his chest, she pushed herself up and found his smile. She surrounded him with her knees on either side of his hips and her hands on either side of his head. And she smiled. He sighed at the sight of her beautiful naked body over his.

She spoke softly, not quite a whisper. “I’m going to take a shower…”

“Oh God… please tell me I can come with you…”

She lowered her mouth to his but never let their lips touch. Somehow, he resisted pulling her closer. She crawled off him and stood beside the bed. As he waited for her to respond, he took her hand and adored her smile. Her eyes said everything but he waited for her words anyway.

“You are going to have to get out of that bed, love…”

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Sandra is a writer, sometimes blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Italy, but she would settle for a non-oceanfront home in Italy. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.

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