Snippet of the Day
Cole knelt by the window, the room doused in darkness.
“What’re you doing?”
Cole turned, seeing Josh’s silhouette in the doorway. Cole waved him over.
“Check this out.” Cole handed Josh the small hunting telescope, gesturing to the living room window that Toni had wide open, the curtain billowing in the cool evening breeze.
Again, she had the house lit up like a Christmas tree. Josh raised the scope to his eye, squinting into the lens. Cole sat near him, leaning into the screen.
Toni was skirting across the floor on her tiptoes, her arms above her head in an arc, her chin held high. Cole listened to the distant sound of classical music spilling out into the yard, a piano concerto. Josh handed the scope back to him, taking in a rush of air.
“I hope I can get to sleep,” Josh muttered as he rose to his feet and walked toward the door. “You shouldn’t spy on her anymore. It’s not right.”
“Don’t be so uptight. People do a lot of things that aren’t right.”
“Well, I’m not one of them.” Josh ran his fingers through his rumpled hair.
“Save it for tomorrow’s column, Ann. What we did in the barn probably isn’t right either.”
“Well, that’s the smartest thing you’ve said in weeks, because I’ve been thinking about that a lot.”
Josh’s sharp words sliced through him. Cole gripped the small hunting scope. Josh stepped back closer to the bed.
“It’s just sex, right? We don’t care about her—hell, I barely know her! I don’t like that. That’s not what I’m about, man.” Josh shuffled out of the room.
Cole continued to look through the lens, letting Josh’s comments roll off even as his jaw locked with tension.
Toni had on a short, mint green skirt this time. When her body spun, it lifted, fluttering around her waist. Cole swallowed, salivating at the narrow V between her thighs, her legs encased in white tights. He could tell when she rose up onto her toes, her height elevating with the tempo of the music. There was no denying it anymore. He ached for her. Having Chelsea had not cured his craving. Josh was right—the novelty of sex without strings or emotions had suddenly vanished.
He watched her until his knees became sore, grinding into the floorboards. Her arms waved through the air, her wrists bending with a gracefulness Cole had never seen.
Cole turned, seeing Josh’s silhouette in the doorway. Cole waved him over.
“Check this out.” Cole handed Josh the small hunting telescope, gesturing to the living room window that Toni had wide open, the curtain billowing in the cool evening breeze.
Again, she had the house lit up like a Christmas tree. Josh raised the scope to his eye, squinting into the lens. Cole sat near him, leaning into the screen.
Toni was skirting across the floor on her tiptoes, her arms above her head in an arc, her chin held high. Cole listened to the distant sound of classical music spilling out into the yard, a piano concerto. Josh handed the scope back to him, taking in a rush of air.
“I hope I can get to sleep,” Josh muttered as he rose to his feet and walked toward the door. “You shouldn’t spy on her anymore. It’s not right.”
“Don’t be so uptight. People do a lot of things that aren’t right.”
“Well, I’m not one of them.” Josh ran his fingers through his rumpled hair.
“Save it for tomorrow’s column, Ann. What we did in the barn probably isn’t right either.”
“Well, that’s the smartest thing you’ve said in weeks, because I’ve been thinking about that a lot.”
Josh’s sharp words sliced through him. Cole gripped the small hunting scope. Josh stepped back closer to the bed.
“It’s just sex, right? We don’t care about her—hell, I barely know her! I don’t like that. That’s not what I’m about, man.” Josh shuffled out of the room.
Cole continued to look through the lens, letting Josh’s comments roll off even as his jaw locked with tension.
Toni had on a short, mint green skirt this time. When her body spun, it lifted, fluttering around her waist. Cole swallowed, salivating at the narrow V between her thighs, her legs encased in white tights. He could tell when she rose up onto her toes, her height elevating with the tempo of the music. There was no denying it anymore. He ached for her. Having Chelsea had not cured his craving. Josh was right—the novelty of sex without strings or emotions had suddenly vanished.
He watched her until his knees became sore, grinding into the floorboards. Her arms waved through the air, her wrists bending with a gracefulness Cole had never seen.
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