January Flash(back)
Flash Fiction 2-11-15
“Hey.” He pushed up from the bed to his elbows, cobalt blues eyeing me curiously. “You can’t come in here lookin’ like that and not give up the goods.”
“Like what?” I looked down at myself: ripped jeans, leather belt, tight t-shirt, cowboy boots.
“Like my favorite wet dream…”
My head snapped up and he smiled, oh so seductively. “I...” Words stuck in my throat as he got up and circled around his bed towards me. I began to back away, but he snagged hold of my belt, stepping in close, his mouth to my ear.
“How ‘bout a ride?”
