Your Story Snippet Mash up of the day... Read number two a couple times - just do it. It's one of my favorites.
And feel free to join me on Tumblr (Inopinion), where snippets are posted whenever the muse strikes me - especially during long meetings, mindless training sessions, and, in general, when I don't want to get up in the morning.
She's on his mind so much that the drag of the morning's meetings doesn't phase him. He misses the trolling from Charles that would usually set him off. He even let slide the catty bickering he usually didn't tolerate. By lunch, the most persistent question was if he felt alright.
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A switch in his brain flipped – no, it wasn't that sudden. Two sides fought a war with his neurons. One side fueled and equipped by his pride, conscience, and self respect. The other by his under expressed hormones that demanded a ceasefire so he could focus on the clasp of her bra. With one side emboldened by the press of her tongue to the gully between his muscle and his Adam's apple, the rational, reserved thoughts were snuffed out. Now he was in a game of chicken between her touches and his, only neither was afraid anymore.
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What did it mean to deserve something? Was there such a thing as entitlement? Did one event or even a lifetime of events ever really justify the feeling of being slighted when a goal wasn't granted. No, he was pretty sure no one ever deserved - they could earn, but not deserve. Something he'd do better remembering in the future.