Lost, then found. Six Sentence Sunday 7.14.12

A proper young lady should never attend a Masque...Aphrodite is no lady.


Six--

A flurry of butterflies swirled in her tummy. “I am lost.” She cursed the breathless note in her voice.

“Nay, I found you.” He shifted. A dusting of hair at the nape of his neck tickled her fingertips.

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