Prompted by: Jane Jago
The crazy author says: No idea why these are so short now hahaha…haha…ha?
“Am I dead?” he asks.
“Not yet, you’re not.”
His voice lowers, “I might still die then.”
“Hmm, that depends.”
Nudging my nose against his, I say, “Whether or not you keep being such a tease.”
Finally, he breaks into a genuine smile.
I can tell because his clear blue eyes crinkle at the corners. “How tired are your arms?” I ask.
More crinkles. “Fucking exhausted.”
My smile’s genuine too as I let the syllable fade into oblivion, “So…”
Shifting slightly, his legs sway with the movement, but he still won’t make a decision.
Or maybe he already has.
“So, I’m hoping if I can’t make it up,” his voice lowers yet another notch, returning to fuck-me-now territory, “I can convince you to come down instead.”
Reaching out to wind a lock of blonde hair around my finger, I give it a gentle tug and brush my mouth over his.
One kiss, as soft as a sigh.
“All you had to do was ask.”
What’s the prompt for next week, guys?
Make suggestions below. 7 words or less.