14 Days of Hustle – Day 13
Copyright © 2015 Cynthia D’Alba
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The night air had a sharp coolness that made her glad she’d put on long pants and sleeves. She made her way over to Darren, lowering herself into the chair he’d set up for her. Beside her, he was whittling the end of a stick into a sharp point. Each stroke of the knife made the tight muscles in his arm tense and jump up. There was something so sexy about forearm muscles. They made her want to swoon, or lick them, or maybe swoon while she was licking them.
“I love a fire,” she said, leaning toward the flame and away from Darren’s lickable arms. “I think I might have been a pyromaniac in another life.”