Six Sentence Sunday ~ Kiss Next Year 2

More fun with with this little short.

A band of ice circled her neck and the worlds went dead. The bastard had cuffed her.

“Now.” He wrestled her arms above her head, pushing her breasts up against his chest. His mouth burned over hers, not touching, but his breath moved over her lips. “We have time for the truth.”

As always, there are more sixes here.

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