Sunday, November 4, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday- Cross the Line

“I came to say sorry.” He leaned up against a pile of boxes, his white wife-beater tank top doing nothing to soften his appearance. I wanted to take the shirt off him to see my favorite tattoo—the tribal sun wrapping around his side with one squiggly ray dipping below the waist band of his pants. I wouldn’t mind tracing my tongue along that tat until I reached the end so I could move around to the front.

“Leslie?” he asked, bringing me back to his apology.

Heat rushed to my cheeks.

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  1. From the sounds of him, I wouldn't mind taking a closer look at that tattoo myself. Nice six!

  2. Love hot six. I'd like to know if she follows that tat!