A week now into the new year and I’m back to working on my goal of finishing this draft of Love Burns by the end of the month. Here’s a snip from a picnic scene I’ve enjoyed writing:
His expression tender and savoring, he traced his fingertips over her skin, shoulder to breast to waist to hip, and his warm smile broadened. “You are so beautiful. Kay should paint you, like this, dressed in sunlight.” Humor sparked in his amber eyes and he chuckled. “I was going to say Nate should photograph you, but if he did, then I’d have to kill him and he is my best friend, so that would be a problem.”
Her anxiety at lying so bare beneath him and the wide blue sky broke, and she laughed, even as his possessive joke intrigued her.
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