“Thanks,” she mumbled. She walked gingerly toward the bathroom, which was directly in front of him. As she brushed past him to enter, he grabbed her arm gently.
His touch startled her and she looked up into his face. His eyes were heavy-lidded and the pale green of his irises was darker in the early morning light. She imagined this would be an amazing scene in a movie, where he whispered in a tortured voice, Kat, I want you. I’ve always wanted you. Let’s retreat to my boudoir and consummate our mutual attraction…
His lips were moving, and she snapped back to attention.
“…It was acting up, so just flush twice.”
Yep, while she dreamed of writhing naked and sweaty in his sheets, he was telling her to flush the toilet twice. Awesome. Amazing. Not embarrassing at all.
This is from my new story I’m working on. I’m having so much fun with it. Can you tell??
Published on January 30, 2013 12:01