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for awhile. This week I dusted off a story I started around Christmas. Then I got writers block and got STUCK. So stuck. Here’s a short bit from the story. Tell me your thoughts. Do you want to know more?

“I’m not strange just terribly sexy. How on Earth do you get hurt going to the store?”

“Jeez, humble much? I got all my groceries, paid for them and went to the parking lot. As I was walking to my car this teenager comes out of nowhere and hits me.”

“Did you go to the hospital? What did the EMT’s say?”

“Oh jeez, dad, I didn’t go to the hospital. He wasn’t going that fast. I just have a nice softball size goose egg on my thigh.”

“I’m coming right over to take care of you. Do not give me lip. What‘s your address?”

“Look for all I know you’re a crazy rapist stalker. I’m fine. I don’t need taking care of.”

“I AM a crazy rapist stalker. So what’s your address?”

She laughed and gave him her address. Smiling, as they hung up she was looking forward to this afternoon with Toby.

He arrived in less than 30 minutes.  In his arms were sub sandwiches, chips and some dvd’s he picked up. He stood on the quaint porch of her white house with blue columns and rang her doorbell. Hearing her yell to come in he opened her door and walked in.

She was laying on her couch with a blanket over her looking so soft and sleepy. He swallowed hard and walked into her kitchen. He set down all the food and drinks and began looking for plates and cups. Sticking his head in the living room he asked “Where do you keep your plates?”

“Over the cookbooks.”

“And the cups?”

“To the left of the cookbooks. I‘m hungry. I‘ve not eaten since last night. You are making my mouth water.” She slowly moved from a laying to a sitting position. Her thigh was burning.

He twisted his head around and looked back at her. “Let’s keep the talk about food ok. I’m not that kind of guy. Yeesh. Freak.”

“Oh don’t give me that. Mr. High and Mighty. Google is my new best friend and I can see from the internet that you are that kind of guy.”

“Don’t believe everything you read, sweetheart.” He carried in the plates of subs, chips and drinks.

She was in awe of how good he looked bringing her food in her house. Toby, the country music star, bringing her food and wanting to take care of her. Lawd, he could fill out a pair of jeans. She had to fan herself just watching him cross the room.

After he set the food down he sat cross legged on the floor and slowly let his hand go over her thigh feeling how large her injury was. Pushing her hair behind her ear he whispered, “I’m so glad you’re not hurt worse.” He kissed her cheek and sat back to eat.

Once she could breath again she grabbed a chip as her stomach began to grumble loud enough that Toby laughed out loud. “Leave me alone, I‘m injured and hungry.”

“That’s how I like my women. Makes them easier to manage.” His grin spread from ear to ear. He tried and failed to look lecherous. 

She grabbed her napkin to disguise her smile. Oh, what this man does to me. She pointed out that, “if they’re hungry they’re not likely to have any energy and if they’re injured it’s even less likely that they could “attack“ you. “

He smiled his agreement with her. “But, it makes them more likely to comply.”

“You like your women to be compliant?”

“Among other things, yes.”

She nodded that she heard him and then she giggled.

“Why is that funny?”

“Are you here because you’re interested in me?”

“I’m here because you’re injured and I like your company.”

“So the date we were supposed to go on tonight is not because your interested in me?”

“Yes, I’m interested in you. I don’t date unless I’m interested.” He leaned in closer to her and slowly held a chip in between two fingers for her to eat out of his hand. She did.

The flutters started in her core. Her heart sped up and she felt the heat go from her toes to her head. She could feel the blush staining her face. Oh, how she could fall for this man. Her hunger quickly evaporated and was replaced with a hunger she was trying hard to ignore.

He brushed his thumb over her lip and his knuckles over her cheek. She swallowed the chip and looked like a deer in the headlights. He slowly leaned into the couch, giving her plenty of time to tell him to stop. She didn’t. His lips opened and covered her salty lips, softly tugging on the corners of her mouth.  She opened up and allowed him full access to her. Their breath mingling and tongues dancing. His arms wrapped around her and he laid himself on the couch beside her. Placing his forehead on hers, he sighed.

She brushed her hands through his hair and locked her hands together around his neck. Then she became the one in charge of the kissing.  Threading her fingers together she fanned them out and let them run through his curls. She pushed herself back on the couch and pulled him so that he laid more on top of her. Licking her lips she looked up at him with sweet expectancy in her eyes.

OK be nice. What do you think?

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