Champagne continues, six sentences at a time (well, technically nine this time, but I really couldn’t separate the last three.
She fixed a pair of moss green eyes on me, devoid of any hope or sparkle. That’s when I knew I had made the right decision. I also realised it wasn’t so much about helping her as it was about doing this for myself. Despite her desperate demeanour and the lack of life in her eyes, I was strangely attracted to her. Just like that it had hit me. I’d seen her and I had felt it ripple through me. A shot of desire up my spine. A sudden tingle between my legs. Sometimes it’s as simple as that.
As always, more Six Sentence Sunday goodness can be found at the official website. I’ll be back with the next six sentences next week.
