Six Sentence Sunday

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At precisely eleven o'clock the next day, Valerie's door-bell rang. Wow, on the dot. She grabbed her Coach purse, curled her hand around the doorknob, and froze. A frisson of anxiety traveled down her spine as she thought about a whole day alone with a man. Her stomach clenched as her mind traveled back to Billy, and with effort, she pulled herself back into the present. Instead, she thought of John and her face heated as a knot of desire formed low in her belly.

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