Welcome! It's time for Tuesday Tales again. Today we have the "morning after" scene from "Someone Like You." After you read my snippet, stop by and read the stories by the great Tuesday Tales authors. You'll find them HERE.
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The first rays of sunshine poked through the curtains and warmed Charlotte’s face. She awoke first. After stretching her arms above her head and yawning, she became aware of a man’s arm slung across her waist. She smiled.
She pulled the covers up, closed her eyes, and remembered.
What a night! Mark Garrett certainly knew his way around a woman’s body. She
had felt things she’d never felt before. Derek could use a whole lot of lessons
from Mark!
He stirred. She stilled not to wake him. It was only six
and neither one had to be up yet. He rolled onto his side and slid her across
the bed, then tucked her up against his naked body. His breath warmed her ear.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” whispered a slightly raspy
male voice.
“Morning,” she replied, melting into his embrace.
He closed one arm around her and rested his chin lightly
on the top of her head.
“Best dessert ever,” he mumbled with a chuckle.
“Yes, but how can I put the recipe online to share with
others?” she replied.
He laughed, deep and hardy. She felt it in her back, and
it resonated through her bones. He kissed her bare shoulder.
“What time is it?”
“Six fifteen. We don’t have to get up yet.”
“No, but soon. I have an eight o’clock seminar.”
“Really? Damn.” She couldn’t bring herself to say she’d
like to stay just the way they were for the next two or three years.
“Let’s get dressed. I’d like to take you to Doc’s Diner for breakfast.”
“Works for me,” she said, slowly untangling her body from
his.
“No showering together. If we do, I’ll never get to
class,” he said, ripping the covers down.
He bounded out of bed and turned on the hot water.
Charlotte only had some painting and woodworking to do so she didn’t need to
shower. Instead she dressed in leggings, a tank top, and one of her favorite shirts
of her dad’s. Since he moved to Floriday, he didn’t need anymore long-sleeved
flannel shirts. Sure, it was summer, but the mornings were cool.
They fairly skipped down the stairs, Mark put his arm around her shoulders and drew her to him as they walked to Doc’s. She snaked hers around his waist. Wasn’t it remarkable how well they fit together, she mused to herself. Then she blushed. Yes, a good fit in every way possible.
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