Sunday Morning: A Damaged Novella - Plot & Excerpts
I always chickened out, fearing he might reject me. The night I finally took the plunge wasn’t so different than any other night. I wasn’t sure why I needed to know on that particular Tuesday, but I forced myself off the couch at a little after two am. First, I used the restroom. After cleaning up, I stared in the mirror. I wasn’t ravishing with my tired eyes and bedhead. Despite not feeling the least bit sexy, I stripped out of my clothes and walked into Kirk’s bedroom. He’d fallen asleep an hour earlier. I often remained awake and listened to him moving in bed. That night, he stirred more than usual. Had he been restless like me? Had he craved my touch the way I did his? I pulled back his sheet and crawled into bed. Kirk slept naked, and I shivered at the sight of him. His tanned and tatted skin was dark against the white sheets. Even tempted to touch him, I still hesitated. Kirk sat up with a start, thinking he was under attack. I flinched at his sudden moment and then waited for him to wake enough to understand.
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