Pupils dilate. Breath quickens. The pounding of a love-struck heart echoes in the ears. Lips hover close, teasing hungry mouths with the taste of adoration. A door slams, ending the almost moment with a jump and nervous laughter. Fingers brush, and gazes meet again, lingering, reassuring, anticipating the promise of tomorrow and the caress of sweet velvet.
I hope to post writing prompts more regularly this week. To make it easier on myself, I am going to keep the stories shorter…like this one.
~R. E. Rule