Six Sentence Sunday, Works in Progress

Six Sentence Sunday

First off, HAPPY FATHER’S DAY to all the dads and single moms out there. #sixsunday is heating things up between a bad boy and his competition. By request, I’ve started a new foodie WIP. Darien Priest is a bald chef with two sleeves of tats. Too bad I couldn’t find *exactly* that but I don’t think y’all will complain about my replacement pic, will you? Below it are the first six lines from the story, PLAYING WITH FIRE.

Flames licked higher and higher across muscles glistening with sweat and dancing with precision movements. The reds and oranges stretched between black lines of ink too far away to discern in true detail. Not like it mattered. Regardless of what the images actually formed, Pepper itched to trace every single one of them with a finger. A tongue.

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