More from Flushed With Lust. Last week our hero, was desperately fighting to take control, Meeting his ex lover at the bar was not turning out how he had predicted.
Dropping her hand down from my cheek, her elegant fingers lightly trace over my shoulder. Goose bumps blaze down my arm, my hand burning to catch her.
Must take control.
“So, are you going to find out just how much I missed you?” She whispered, biting my lower lip, letting it sting.
Played like an instrument, I have no hope.
Thank you to everyone who supports my work each week, and a big warm welcome to new readers.
I hope you have enjoyed and will come back again. I value and appreciate your feedback, so if you have the time, please share your thoughts. Remember to play and stay safe.