Sunday Six Sentences
Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.
Fanfic:
“I don’t think of Tara that way,” Sophie snaps, suddenly irritated with his teasing.
Eliot gives her a soft smile. “Look, I didn’t mean anything by it. I just thought you knew how she felt.”
“I didn’t.”
“Well, I guess you do now.”
She traces her hand over his arm, feels the muscle underneath the skin. He shifts towards her and skims his lips over hers.
“I think if you let yourself, you could be happy,” Eliot says quietly.
Fanfic:
“I don’t think of Tara that way,” Sophie snaps, suddenly irritated with his teasing.
Eliot gives her a soft smile. “Look, I didn’t mean anything by it. I just thought you knew how she felt.”
“I didn’t.”
“Well, I guess you do now.”
She traces her hand over his arm, feels the muscle underneath the skin. He shifts towards her and skims his lips over hers.
“I think if you let yourself, you could be happy,” Eliot says quietly.