Six Sentences on Sunday
~~ Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, in progress, for your cat — whatever. ~~
She pushed his hair from his forehead and rested her cool hand against his clammy skin. It felt nice. He didn’t want her to move it, but a second later her hand was gone. He watched her glance around, her lower lip caught between her teeth. That was doing things to his system he didn’t like. His brain was back to the whole kissing thing.