Anyway, Happy Tuesday!
Should Be Reading.
Bound by C.K. Bryant.
He ran his hand up the small of her back and pulled her even closer. Slowly, he brought his other hand up and brushed a strand of wet hair from her face. “What are you . . . doing?” Is he going to kiss me? The thought no sooner entered her mind when he brought his face closer, a lock of wet hair releasing one large drop of cold pond water that landed just below her collar bone. It tickled her skin as it made a slow path down her cleavage.
I should pull away, shouldn’t I? She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, anticipating the feel of his lips on hers. (Chapter 17).
C.K. Bryant. Bound (Kindle Locations 1935-1940). C.K. Bryant.