Month: July 2017

Week 42 – You smell like my dead grandmother

“Eww,” Angelina scrunched up her nose as Cole walked back into the room. “What?” “You smell like my dead grandmother,” she pinched her fingers over her nose. Cole said nothing. Just went to the kitchen and set about making tea.

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Week 41 – I forgot to breathe

Cole stared at her. Angelina was perfect in every way. He wasn’t a good man. He had done a lot of bad things. Some of those to Angelina. He didn’t deserve her. And yet here she was. Standing before him,

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Week 40 – Never in all my life

He was kissing her like she was the most intoxicating thing on the planet. Without even realising it her hands moved to unzip his jeans and began to slide them down his hips. She wanted to make love to him

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Week 39 – Only one

Only one. He could only pick one. It was such a hard choice. He could go for the woman in the pretty yellow sundress sitting on a bench by the lake reading a book. Or the woman in the short

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Week 38 – How does it feel?

Where had the carjacker gone? Mitch knew he had to be around here somewhere. They’d almost had him. But he’d underestimated the man. He had to find Mackenzie. He couldn’t let her die. The very thought was repulsive to him.

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