Tuesday Tales, Of What Do You Speak....
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! I hope you enjoyed an Easter weekend full of peace, love, and rejuvenation. Spring is heading rapidly our direction in Texas, thunderstorms provided a cozy backdrop to life this morning. This week our group writes to the word prompt, "speak". How does Finn really feel? From Steal My Heart, book 4 WIP from The Fantasy League series. I don’t remember falling asleep. Somewhere between languid kisses and exhaustion, Danika cradled my head perfectly between her collar bone and neck. A dreamless slumber, because she was my dream, I slept the contentment of a small child. I didn’t recall such a restorative night, in all my years snuggled under a blanket for the comfort that never fully existed. I found a missing piece of security, all in the rhythm of her deep breaths and occasional whimpers. She’d never understand the depth of my contentment. When I awakened tangled within her shelter, I knew I was a changed man. I foolishly believed my lottery s...