For this week’s Six Sentence Sunday, I’m dipping into the wayback machine and pulling out a snippet from my first published story, Model Student. Can’t believe it’s been a year already! 🙂
One of Aaron’s favorite old guilty-pleasure movies featured Ginger Rogers as a girl trying to decide between three suitors, making her decision based on which of them set off some kind of bells in her head when they kissed. Aaron was pretty sure he was living out the climactic moment right then, mouth fused to Matt’s. It wasn’t until Matt pulled away that Aaron realized it wasn’t bells but his cell phone, chiming and vibrating in his pocket.
Matt was laughing. “I think your thigh is trying to have its way with me,” he said, nudging his leg against the hard case in Aaron’s pocket.
“Yeah, well, so was I,” Aaron grumbled good-naturedly, reluctantly pulling his hand out of Matt’s hair and digging into his pocket instead.