Six Sentence Sunday: Kissed Next Year

Yay, I remembered to post. I think the sun has leeched all sense from my brain right now…
Soo, a little short I’m working on, KISSED NEXT YEAR

“I believe”—the lift dinged, the doors opened onto an empty, metal-lined carriage and he drew her inside—“that some meetings are fated. You and I, we’re the perfect intersection of place and need.”

Laughter escaped her. “Smooth.”

His sexy grin caught her again. “I thought so.”

As always, there are more sixes here.

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