Six Sentence Sunday
As reminded by quoshara's post :D
Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever. (this from a dormant WIP)
Nick sits down slowly, next to him, putting the two matched mugs side by side, and Cody watches the milky liquid swirl. He shifts slightly, angling his shoulder, and Nick understands, his arm sliding around Cody, pulling him in.
Cody sighs.
"What?" Nick asks softly, and Cody feels the tickle of Nick's breath against his scalp.
It's still magic, still perfect, him and Nick, and he turns his head, finding Nick's lips, closing his eyes and falling into his partner, into the heat and wonder of this thing between them. It's bigger than both of them, Cody knows that now, although he tried to pretend, for years, that it wasn't important, that he could walk away.
Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever. (this from a dormant WIP)
Nick sits down slowly, next to him, putting the two matched mugs side by side, and Cody watches the milky liquid swirl. He shifts slightly, angling his shoulder, and Nick understands, his arm sliding around Cody, pulling him in.
Cody sighs.
"What?" Nick asks softly, and Cody feels the tickle of Nick's breath against his scalp.
It's still magic, still perfect, him and Nick, and he turns his head, finding Nick's lips, closing his eyes and falling into his partner, into the heat and wonder of this thing between them. It's bigger than both of them, Cody knows that now, although he tried to pretend, for years, that it wasn't important, that he could walk away.