Six Sentence Sunday
#sixsunday. From my new WIP, an IR/BBW contemporary. What happens when an ex-military guy has it bad for a hairdresser with a secret? Just you wait and find out.
He knew his shoulders tightened from the moment he sat in her chair, but he couldn’t help it. Shivers coasted up and down his spine every time she touched his neck. Hell, every time he looked at her.
“When are you going to stop making me feel like I’m over the hill and start calling me by my name? I thought you and I were friends?”
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