Welcome! It's time for Tuesday Tales. This week we're writing to the word prompt "fussy". We have another peek into the mind and heart of Professor Mark Garrett. When you're done, don't forget to visit the other Tuesday Tales authors. Find them HERE.
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As beautiful as she was, she wasn’t
some delicate flower weak enough to blow away in a strong wind. He noticed how
toned her forearms were. And when they danced, he felt muscle, not flab at her
waist. She was strong. Maybe she worked out, or maybe she was a physical
trainer? He didn’t care. He found her physical strength sexy.
As he came to the end of his drink, he dropped off the
glass in the kitchen sink, then retired to his bedroom and got undressed. He
got into bed and turned out the light. The dark cloud that had enveloped his
heart faded into mist and dissolved. Perhaps being fussy about women had paid
off?
When he closed his eyes, all he could see were Charlotte’s,
and her dazzling dress. The second their eyes connected, he’d been hit by a
bolt of lightning, shooting electricity through his body. Surprise had mixed
with delight.
He’d already written off ever falling in love again. Maybe
he’d been wrong? Her lilting laughter echoed in his head, and his hand, once
again, felt the soft strength of hers. He smiled at the memories, especially her
resting her head on his shoulder at their third or was it their fourth dance? He
felt alive when she beamed her warm smile his way.
He couldn’t mistake her reaction to his kisses. He
chuckled to himself. Yes, being forty-two gave him the experience to know
something about a woman, and the confidence to know it had to do with him.
Charlotte Anderson was an amazing young woman, and this had been a night to
remember.
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