Last week we saw Rachel’s reaction to running into Rodger unexpectedly. Now we get to see his. . . .
Rodger decided the next step for them and swiftly moved in, crushing his lips against hers. Rachel’s squeak of protest was lost in the onslaught as her body welcomed those kisses, her blood surging in an arousal that only Rodger seemed capable of creating.
Just as suddenly as it began, he yanked away, leaving her lips aching and alone, her emotions scattered. Rachel’s heart sank when she saw the scowl on his face.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Rodger growled.
“Wh-wh-what?” she stammered, taking a step backward that ended up bumping her against the table, trapping her in his glare.
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Previous weeks on Six Sentence Sunday. . . . .
Six Sentence Sunday #8 (Running Into Rodger)
Six Sentence Sunday #7 (1st Night Together)
Six Sentence Sunday #6 (1st Night Together)
Six Sentence Sunday #5 (River Rafting)
Six Sentence Sunday #4 (River Rafting)
Six Sentence Sunday #3 (River Rafting)
Six Sentence Sunday #2 (Racy)
Six Sentence Sunday #1 (Racy)