I was tagged again - this time by my dear friend and CP, Nell Dixon!
Once again, here are the rules: Go to Page 7, 70, or 170 of a current Work in Progress or recently published work and choose either the first complete paragraph or 7 lines of dialogue to share. Just like last time, I've fudged this a little and gone with seven paragraphs instead.
This time, I've chosen a sampling from page 170 of my recently published work, 27 Stages (a novel).
The whitewashed brick and concrete wall was cool at my back before he slipped his arms around me and held me to himself, heatedly kissing me. I wrapped my arms around his neck certain I'd do anything – absolutely anything – he asked of me then. If he wanted a quick coupling here amidst the smells of damp, concrete dust and the stale smoke of furtively-smoked cigarettes, then so be it. I wanted what he wanted, even if it was a one-time thing.
"Abby," he murmured against my neck, then kissed me again, his intended words forgotten.
I touched his face, his hair, his shoulders and back – I wanted to memorize everything about him, if I could.
"Abby," he said again, a little more clearly this time, a little more focused even as his hands slid down to my hips and gripped them. "I want you to promise me something."
"What is it?"
He framed my face in his hands and kissed me again before replying.
"I want you to call me if you need me. Any time, before or after the stage. Will you do that?"
Once again, here are the rules: Go to Page 7, 70, or 170 of a current Work in Progress or recently published work and choose either the first complete paragraph or 7 lines of dialogue to share. Just like last time, I've fudged this a little and gone with seven paragraphs instead.
This time, I've chosen a sampling from page 170 of my recently published work, 27 Stages (a novel).
The whitewashed brick and concrete wall was cool at my back before he slipped his arms around me and held me to himself, heatedly kissing me. I wrapped my arms around his neck certain I'd do anything – absolutely anything – he asked of me then. If he wanted a quick coupling here amidst the smells of damp, concrete dust and the stale smoke of furtively-smoked cigarettes, then so be it. I wanted what he wanted, even if it was a one-time thing.
"Abby," he murmured against my neck, then kissed me again, his intended words forgotten.
I touched his face, his hair, his shoulders and back – I wanted to memorize everything about him, if I could.
"Abby," he said again, a little more clearly this time, a little more focused even as his hands slid down to my hips and gripped them. "I want you to promise me something."
"What is it?"
He framed my face in his hands and kissed me again before replying.
"I want you to call me if you need me. Any time, before or after the stage. Will you do that?"
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