Pretty Little Perverts...or Normal? Tuesday Tales
Happy Hot Tuesday and welcome to The Locker. Today, I again return to my current WIP, re-titled Split the Uprights for my Fantasy Leagues series. This week we write to the word prompt "pretty". I keep thinking I won't have another edition for Tuesday Tales from this book, but, I keep writing more. :) Danika and Finn still haven't made that connection...will they ever?
Neither of
us belonged here and we knew it. However, had we not made the stupid decision,
the normally wrong decision to join this ridiculous club, we wouldn’t be
sitting here sharing cheese dip and draft beer. Love finds a way. Love splits
the uprights and scores the critical points. Love is the champion, the reason
for the game. Love is way fucking bigger than the Lombardi Trophy and a
thousand times as valuable. We might be the only two in this whole room to know
the secret. I wanted to sit here forever. I had a feeling she had the same
idea.
“Finn?”
My mouth
momentarily wouldn’t work, like a log jam in a flooded river, too many words
rushed to my tongue at the same time.
“Finn?” She
leaned in toward me, a sense of urgency in her voice this time.
“I’m okay,
got a chip stuck in my gullet.” I rubbed my throat. “I shouldn’t show off with
a full mouth.”
“You are too
cute. Everything you say or do comes from a place of authenticity. How do you
manage that?”
“I never
learned how to fake anything. I never wanted to.”
“I’m glad.”
Danika scooped up the right amount of cheese on an equally perfectly sized
chip. She hesitated before she brought it to my lips. I’m sure I looked like a
dog eating peanut butter, only because she enchanted me with an unplanned move.
Penalty, flag on the play…fifteen yards…how about fifteen kisses, ref?
Did I want her to think of kissing me as a penalty? She’s so damn pretty.
Shit, I’m
twitterpated.
The friggin’
bell rang, forcing me to get up. The next guy practically pushed me out of the
way. “My turn with the good doctor.” He looked way too pervy.
Danika
intervened with another chip, motioning me next to her. “We’ll talk again soon.”
She shoved the chip inside before I started drooling. The drool had nothing to
do with the melty cheese. She was the culprit. All I could do was nod. She laughed
at me. I deserved it, she made me giddy.
Who the hell
says giddy anymore?
I do.
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