In The Market For Love. Joy Avery
so full of it. As they moved down the hallway toward the laundry room, she envisioned peeling the wine-colored T-shirt from his soaking body, the heat of their desire causing the moisture on his chest to turn to steam. Then unbuttoning his jeans and inching them down his solid frame with unhurried anticipation.
“Earth to Vivian.”
She turned to face him, slamming into the brick of his chest. “Oh.” She stumbled a couple steps backward. Finding her equilibrium, she said, “I’m sorry. What did you say?”
“I asked how long the power has been out.” A quizzical expression slid across his face. “Are...you okay?”
No, she wasn’t, but nodded anyway. “Yes. Uh...about half an hour.” She continued toward the laundry room. “I’m sure it’ll be on any second now.”
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