I'm sorry to see the end of Six Sentence Sunday, having come to it late in its run. It seems fitting this last Sunday to go back and visit where it all started for me, with the beginning of Surrendered Victory.
His hand brushing mine excited me beyond anything I’d ever known. Large, tanned and callused, his were the hands of a man who earned a living with them. Like the rest of him, his fingers were long and strong, possessing a muscled elegance. Short, neat nails belied his trade, that of a carpenter. I shivered as his hand found mine, hidden from public view between our torsos and the bar, and he trailed those well-tended fingernails lightly across my palm sending me his teasing invitation.
“What do you say - come back to my place for a while?"
SURRENDERED VICTORY
KC Kendricks
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