Friday, December 6, 2013

Snippet of the Day

Snippet of the Day

“Thanks for the pizza.”
“You made it.” Mia playfully slugged him. “I just wanted to thank you for the other night.” Her voice softened. “Plus, it was a good excuse, you know, to see you.” Her admission was hesitant.
“I can teach you how to defend yourself, though I enjoyed doing it for you.” Drew laughed, recalling the events of the previous evening. “You’re capable of fighting off animals just like those punks.” Her brows rose. Drew smiled, reaching for his mug.
“I don’t think so.” Mia cradled her mug, not sounding convinced.
“Sure you could.” He shifted his body on the couch, facing her. “It’s all about the technique. You should never underestimate your opponent, but despite your size or gender...with the right training, you could level a guy just like the one I dealt with.”
Mia glanced away, her forehead creasing in thought. This was a way he could get closer and spend more time with her. He could take her to the gym and coach her, be with her. Then the focus wouldn’t be just on the dating and sex thing. He waited, allowing her to process his offer. It would make life so much easier. It would buy him more time, so he could ease into it, leading up to the other stuff. It’d been ages since he’d done the relationship gig. Drew encouraged her.
“Come on.” He put his mug down and nudged her back, comfortable with the bantering. “It’ll be fun. I’ll go easy on you. You’ll do great. In’ll be perfect.” Her lovely eyes flicked back to him. Those sensual lips curved. She was so enticing. His ears filled with white noise.
“Okay.” She extended her hand, wanting to shake on it. “You’ll go easy?
“I’ll be gentle, I promise,” Drew assured her.“No wussy, sissy comments?” Her eyes narrowed.No way.” Drew shook his head. “I’ll toughen you up, but would never think of removing any of your softness.” He swallowed, his voice thick. She liked his words, her face smoothing as they sealed the deal. 
“Thanks, Drew, that’s so sweet.” Her smile warm. Drew shifted his weight on the couch, his thigh brushing against hers. He reached for his coffee, gulping down the hot liquid into his already ignited insides. It was time for him to go. He’d use his father as an excuse.

JC Szot- Author

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