And now, without further ado, here is this week's Six Sentence Sunday.
Amy
stopped thinking as Mason lowered his head to hers. He crushed his lips against
hers and she moaned, her eyes sliding closed.
She
moved her hands up his chest, snaking them into his curls, and holding him
close as his hot mouth devoured hers. He pushed his body into her, and she slid
her tongue out to lick across his lips. He slipped his tongue into her mouth,
and she was glad for his body so tightly pressed against hers and the wall
behind her. If not for both, she would have melted into a puddle of need at his
feet.

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