He stood, nude from the waist up, hands down on the counter. She looked from the bed with eyes of chocolate, one leg forward, one back. He bent, triceps rope taut, back dolphine curved smooth, held the letter before the mirror. Her smile arched and ached in a happiness natural and pure. His hair, short, spiked, blond. Her lips full, wet, dark. He read. She twirled.
He mouthed the words. She opened her robe.
"Baby, come to bed," she said.
"Okay," he said.
4 comments:
Dolphine is a word I made up to mean like a dolphin. Trev's muscular back is hard and tight and taut and smooth like I imagine the back of a dolphin to look. ;-)
Whether it is to walk the beach with Kyra, to watch Papa painting on the porch, to drink a glass of snoot with Von, to listen to Rog and John as they spar and dozens of other such examples, chapters so often evoke desire, a wish to be for a little while. A little circle of gloriousness these two have found, their gladness is both infectious and addictive. Short and very, very sweet. Loved it.
Well, sometimes one just needs the right inspiration. ;-)
Feeling a need to rebook that cottage. :-)
I understood Dolphine and thought it was an interesting and effective way to describe that back!
And on this chapter, I am turning in.
Be blessed Tree.
Jennifer
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