As their fingertips finally touched, she looked up in time to see the candlelight flash in his eyes. He smiled that familiar devilish smile, as his fingers moved to caress the inside of her wrist and she could not hold back the sharp intake of breath at the aching anticipation of what was soon to come.
Nervous about this. I don’t write.
I have a second post coming which is a little more dangerous.
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Musings of a Frequent Flying Scientist 
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