It's glorious Friday again, and do we have an awesome pic and several tales for you! When you're finished here, check out my friends' versions, here.
“If you’re married, just tell me. There’s no need to make up ridiculous tales, Michael.”
Michael dropped his head, glancing at her one more time before turning to walk away, but just as she started to step inside the apartment, he caught her wrist, frightening her at first, until she looked into his eyes, a question on her lips.
He took full advantage, covering her mouth with his own, his hard body pressed against hers, and she breathed him in.
Lost in his touch, his scent, warm sandalwood, his taste, spicy, addictive, she dismissed the sensation of falling, the ground dropping away.
Moments later, she opened her eyes in another time, surrounded by candles, torches, and people she’d never seen before.
Michael held her hand, speaking to a cloaked man. “You may begin.”