Welcome to another Six Sentence Sunday! I missed last week. A complete oversight on my part. I looked up and suddenly it was Sunday and I realized not only had I forgotten to sign up, I'd forgotten to schedule my post. Ah well.
This week's snippet picks up where the last one left off.
Her quiet, breathy moan echoed through his thoughts.
Colt let out a pent-up breath and forced his fists to unfurl, wishing he could do the same for the knot in his gut. Six years spent trying to rid himself of the torturous memories, trying to forget her, and three little words from that sweet, familiar voice brought it all to the surface to torture him all over again.
Taking a deep breath, he drew from years of combat training and shoved everything back down where it was supposed to be. Positive he had himself under control, he forced a poker face and turned, meeting a pair of familiar green eyes. A soft smile played across her mouth that didn’t match the nervous edge in her gaze.
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