Here’s another six sentences from my current work in progress, Love Burns, a contemporary romance:
He teased with more lazy kisses, drifting lower, setting her pulse to dancing and her anxiety and anticipation churning together.
Stop, let him play. This is what you’ve craved: to play, to be alive, to be wanted, to feel again.
Carefully following the rules had brought her to heartbreak. Breaking the rules couldn’t be any worse.
You can find more Sunday Sixes here.