Sunday Six Sentences
Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.
' “Of course it’s something to be ashamed of,” Castiel muttered, his cheeks flaming red.
“Love? How is love something to be ashamed of?” Adam asked.
It was Castiel who felt like laughing now, feeling it bubble in his throat till it burst out of his mouth in a bitter peel, “Love? What my brother was doing to you is love, is it?”
“Yes,” Adam said firmly, with such a conviction that it stopped Castiel short. “I love Michael and he loves me. We love each other like a husband and wife would love one and other. What you saw, it was lovemaking and I enjoyed every moment of it. He treats me with so much care, so much love. You might not see it, but it’s there, Mister Castiel.”
“How could you have liked it?” Castiel blurted out and then covered his mouth with his hand, ashamed of himself for wanting to know such base details.'
Extract from my SPN Era Bang, set in the Victorian era.