TUESDAY TALES - WORD PROMPT "FAN"

 

Howdy doodle! Welcome to Tuesday Tales. This week we have more of Sam's story. When you've finished reading my snippet, hop on over to the other authors and read their great stories. You'll find them HERE. 

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The cool night air cleared the confusion from Sam’s brain. He’d been dead set on Becky Rhodes becoming his wife, but now here he was with lovely Violet Wilcox on his arm. And no chaperone anywhere to be seen.

“This way,” Violet said, leading Sam behind a large rhododendron bush. They were concealed from view of any of the townsfolk. Violet slowed down and brushed up against Sam. He felt parts of her he ought’n to be feeling.

Heat crept up his chest into his cheeks. He fanned his face for a moment. How could he be so hot when it was a cool autumn night?

“Sam,” Violet whispered. “Let’s sit for a spell.” She stopped by a large flat rock and plopped down, pulling him down next to her.

“Ain’t you cold?” he asked.

“Actually I am. Can you put your arm around me?” she replied.

He did as she asked and she snuggled up against him. Suddenly he understood all the instructions and cautions Caleb had given him. His mind understood, but he body rebelled. 

Violet stared at his mouth. The moonlight kissed her hair with silver. He’d never seen a woman as beautiful.

“Don’t you want to kiss me, Sam?” she whispered softly.

It was like she could read his mind. He’d never wanted to kiss anyone as much as he wanted to kiss Violet Wilcox. He grabbed her, pulling her up against him, and covered her mouth with his. His kiss was hungry, and demanding. And she complied.

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