by Krystina Grant
Bryan was thrilled to be able to hold Marissa so close as they sat on her couch watching “Sherlock Holmes.” That was something he appreciated about her. He had been willing to sit through “Letters from Juliet,” because he knew it was one of her favorite movies. But she loved action movies more than chick flicks.
She snuggled closer to him and tenderly she kissed his cheek. He smiled and turned his body so that he could kiss her in return, but on her lips. Surprisingly, the kiss grew in intensity and his fingers wove into her hair, pulling her gently closer to him. He loved the feel of her body against his. He had wanted her so badly and now he felt as if he could finally make her completely his. His hand started roaming down her side and touching her breast.
“I want you,” he whispered in her ear.
“I want you too . . .”
“Then let’s go to your bedroom,” he replied.
“We can’t,” she said softly.
“Why not?” he said with surprise. “Are you afraid?”
“No,” she replied with a shake of her head. “I started today.”
He groaned.
(Flash fiction is a short story of 300 words or less. It also has to have some kind of twist to it)
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