TUESDAY TALES - PICTURE PROMPT WEEK - MORE OF "TOO LATE FOR GOODBYE."

 

Welcome! This week is picture prompt week. We can only write 300 words on our stories. This is another episode of "Too Late for Goodbye."  I hope you like it. Comments are always welcome. Scrodd down to return to Tuesday Tales. Thanks for stopping by. 

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Marty couldn’t remember the last time he’d drunk a glass of milk.

“Milk?” Jen met his gaze with her pretty blues.

“Sure.”

“Goes great with brownies.”

What the hell was he doing? Staying at her house after their meeting. Accepting an invitation to their backyard barbecue? He’d been tossing a ball with Ethan and laughing at Sophie’s knock-knock jokes. Now they’d be sharing Jen’s homemade brownies and milk.

“Milk goes so great with brownies.” She filled four glasses.

Don’t get comfortable. You’d make a lousy father. It’s a ready-made family you don’t need. 

And he could hear his brother’s words already.

“What the hell are you doing, Marty? She’s got two kids. Somebody else’s kids. I get you want to sleep with her but do it and leave.”

But he didn’t want to leave. He liked brownies and milk. Sure, she’s as hot as beach sand in August. But she’s simply so goddamn nice. Yeah, nice. Nice wears well, it lives well – you could still love nice a hundred years from now.

Stop getting ahead of yourself. Have a good time and don’t overthink it, like you usually do. She seems to like you. Eat the brownies, drink the milk, and shut up.

He vowed to listen to his inner self this time. She sat down for a moment. Marty covered her hand with his. How could a busy mom’s skin be so soft? Glancing down he saw a delicate, but strong capable hand.

A blush stole up her neck, pinking her cheeks. The warm color highlighted her beauty. A vulnerability seeped from her pores right to his heart. Damn, he wanted to kiss her.

“Everyone loves milk with brownies,” he said, almost in a whisper.

 He brought her hand to his lips.

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