Kissed Next Year is quietly brewing, as the first draft is practically done and it needs to rest, so it’s onto this short paranormal wip. 🙂 Here’s my snippet:
Her hand moved, almost of its own volition. It slid up, following the carved perfection of muscle. There too, fur and heat and life pulsed under her palm. It was insane. Yet…she couldn’t pull back.
She leaned in, closed her eyes and pressed her lips to the curved stone line marking the muscle.
As always, you can read more Sixes here.