Flash Fiction – 4/29/2015

“I’m so fucking tired!” Bruce exclaimed as he entered the apartment.

I could hear him moving closer.

I waited.

“Oh,” he added.

He finally saw me.

I looked up smiling shyly at him.

Bruce pinned me with his heated gaze. I had set some blankets on the floor and lightened some candles around the living room. I wanted to pamper him. He was coming home after 72 hours at work. He removed his black shirt throwing it over the couch after discarding his boots by the TV. A growl escaped him as he discovered my naked body under the blankets.


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