Today’s Six Sentence Sunday excerpt is from my futuristic romance, Unacceptable Risk.
Edison stared at her for another moment before dipping his head to press warm lips to her cheek and throat and then down her chest over her shirt before meeting the bare skin at her waist. His uncertainty seemed to slowly melt away as he pushed the fabric up her torso, his eyes soft and glassy again, his mouth reverent as he kissed every line of metal—every scar. Her insecurity wanted to rise up inside her chest, but somehow it couldn’t. Not when with every press of lips to ruined flesh he whispered, “You’re beautiful. You’re so beautiful.”
When it came time to gaze upon his unblemished, unbroken skin, she found herself saying the very same thing.
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