My Work in Progress
Teaser in the summertime...
My work in progress #WIP, #editing...Coming soon..ish!
So, Dawn Banks is slowly figuring her new single-life-balance out. Except, the funny thing is, it is usually at exactly that moment that life has a way of serving up something major to upset the apple cart. This is Dawn's curve ball moment. Guess who's back? Hope you like...
“A week had passed since I had that first kiss with Sean in my kitchen. Things had been ticking along nicely since then. We had been getting to know each other, and, the more I found out about him, the more I knew I was falling for him. He had some killer attributes, all the composites for what my mum would call a sexy pair of safe hands. I felt suspended in mid-air most times, like time no longer ran the way it used to. The only thing I was clocking was the next time I got to sneak out and see Sean.
We met mostly over at his place in the late evening, and he'd been over twice for a late breakfast. Both of us were only too happy to embrace our new thing for flexible working. Work had its place, but in my life, Sean was always lurking in my lustful thoughts. It was like I was on heat or something.
Sunday had come around again, and Rob had gone to football practice at the local junior club. Anya was still moseying around the house in her nightie, and I was in similar mode.
Sean was at Church. I smiled, another major brownie point for mum. I knew, Sean would be a definite keeper in her eyes.
He hadn't invited me to come along. I could tell it meant a lot to him, and I hadn't been to Church in years. Claudia and I used to joke that mum and dad's faithfulness would have to save us all. But I liked that Sean had a private spiritual side. He didn't bring it up much, other than to say, he believed in the power of prayer.
'It had brought me you'.
The doorbell rang, as I waited for Anya to budge. I was buried in notes at my desk, deep in my quiet comfort zone, trying to get my arguments straight for the morning. The bell sounded again... and...again...Until, I gave up and shoved my chair back, rushing downstairs to answer it.
Swinging it open, my heart leaped in my chest.
Keith.
"Hey," he said, leaning in to kiss my cheek, as I let him do it, still frozen. Immobilized.
"I thought you were still..." I mumbled.
"We got back early this morning. I wanted to see you, the kids, so I rushed over," he said, drawing me in for a hug. His body gelled with mine, in that familiar fit, his cologne, a woodsy spice tinged with the hint of his smokes, embracing my flared nostrils.
Damn, he looked good.
Tanned, his hair had grown longer, now nearly shoulder length. He was still that irresistible kind of rugged sexy.
As he released me, he caught my eye and laughed inwardly, sliding a hair-tie from his wrist and putting his hair back. My eye caught sight of a new tattoo, just on the inner side of his upper bicep. It looked like three initials intertwined as one, an A and an R with a D at the center. I sucked in a breath. Damn, damn this man.
"You look good, Dawn. I mean, you always look good baby, just sayin'..." he trailed off, giving me that seductive unwavering look through his sleepy-looking eyes.
I felt as if all oxygen had been cut-off from reaching my lungs.
"Daddy!" came Anya's scream, as she pelted down the stairs and was whisked into his arms in the next instant. I tore my eyes away, my heart racing in my chest as I searched inwardly for calm. "When did you get back?" she squealed.
"This morning, sweetpea. Man, you're getting heavy for your old man, and looking nearly as beautiful as your mother." Anya melted against him some more, as I swayed past them both, heading for the kitchen. I was in desperate need of a cool glass of water.
(© 2016 L. S. Bergman)
My work in progress #WIP, #editing...Coming soon..ish!
So, Dawn Banks is slowly figuring her new single-life-balance out. Except, the funny thing is, it is usually at exactly that moment that life has a way of serving up something major to upset the apple cart. This is Dawn's curve ball moment. Guess who's back? Hope you like...
“A week had passed since I had that first kiss with Sean in my kitchen. Things had been ticking along nicely since then. We had been getting to know each other, and, the more I found out about him, the more I knew I was falling for him. He had some killer attributes, all the composites for what my mum would call a sexy pair of safe hands. I felt suspended in mid-air most times, like time no longer ran the way it used to. The only thing I was clocking was the next time I got to sneak out and see Sean.
We met mostly over at his place in the late evening, and he'd been over twice for a late breakfast. Both of us were only too happy to embrace our new thing for flexible working. Work had its place, but in my life, Sean was always lurking in my lustful thoughts. It was like I was on heat or something.
Sunday had come around again, and Rob had gone to football practice at the local junior club. Anya was still moseying around the house in her nightie, and I was in similar mode.
Sean was at Church. I smiled, another major brownie point for mum. I knew, Sean would be a definite keeper in her eyes.
He hadn't invited me to come along. I could tell it meant a lot to him, and I hadn't been to Church in years. Claudia and I used to joke that mum and dad's faithfulness would have to save us all. But I liked that Sean had a private spiritual side. He didn't bring it up much, other than to say, he believed in the power of prayer.
'It had brought me you'.
The doorbell rang, as I waited for Anya to budge. I was buried in notes at my desk, deep in my quiet comfort zone, trying to get my arguments straight for the morning. The bell sounded again... and...again...Until, I gave up and shoved my chair back, rushing downstairs to answer it.
Swinging it open, my heart leaped in my chest.
Keith.
"Hey," he said, leaning in to kiss my cheek, as I let him do it, still frozen. Immobilized.
"I thought you were still..." I mumbled.
"We got back early this morning. I wanted to see you, the kids, so I rushed over," he said, drawing me in for a hug. His body gelled with mine, in that familiar fit, his cologne, a woodsy spice tinged with the hint of his smokes, embracing my flared nostrils.
Damn, he looked good.
Tanned, his hair had grown longer, now nearly shoulder length. He was still that irresistible kind of rugged sexy.
As he released me, he caught my eye and laughed inwardly, sliding a hair-tie from his wrist and putting his hair back. My eye caught sight of a new tattoo, just on the inner side of his upper bicep. It looked like three initials intertwined as one, an A and an R with a D at the center. I sucked in a breath. Damn, damn this man.
"You look good, Dawn. I mean, you always look good baby, just sayin'..." he trailed off, giving me that seductive unwavering look through his sleepy-looking eyes.
I felt as if all oxygen had been cut-off from reaching my lungs.
"Daddy!" came Anya's scream, as she pelted down the stairs and was whisked into his arms in the next instant. I tore my eyes away, my heart racing in my chest as I searched inwardly for calm. "When did you get back?" she squealed.
"This morning, sweetpea. Man, you're getting heavy for your old man, and looking nearly as beautiful as your mother." Anya melted against him some more, as I swayed past them both, heading for the kitchen. I was in desperate need of a cool glass of water.
(© 2016 L. S. Bergman)
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