The Weekend Writing Warriors and The Nuthouse Scribblers blog and share a weekend snippet from a work in progress.
Here is mine (unedited) from Exhibition…
She climbed on top of him and moulded herself against him, her breasts crushed against his back and her toes lay on the top of his calves.
Her head rested on Jason’s shoulder as she looked out at the twisted rows of bare vines under the moon. The barren fields created a hollow ache. A stark nothingness against the rich fullness of the evening they had shared. Every time Grace told Jason they only had three weeks, it wasn’t about reminding him, it was a note to self – this ends, don’t get comfortable.
She nuzzled into the warmth of his neck and inhaled his musky scent.