Sue, your stories are pure, sweet torture.
He didn't stop. After only a moment's pause he brought his left hand to rest on her hip while his right hand continued to draw the zipper downward. Did she feel the same way he had, when their places were reversed? Those few minutes lived in his memory and invaded most of his dreams. The sensation of her undressing him, of her lips on his skin, existed in a place beyond the reach of space and time and rules. And now, somehow, he had found his way back to that moment.
You make us readers feel every thing they do, every bit of anxiety, uncertainty, desire. I both dread and want the confession as much as Clark does!
I read every line at least twice, hanging on every word. I swear you could rule the world with your writing, you're so able to play with our emotions like this!
MORE!
-Jessi
