#SixSentenceSunday
How do you taste? The sudden thought struck him straight in the cock and shocked the shit out of him. Tasting her wasn’t gonna happen. He had to say, the resemblance to Hank was there. They shared the same blue eyes, bold square jaw, straight black hair, except she rocked a messy asymmetric pixie cut, shaved on the left, layered to her shoulder on the right, and had no gray. She was a regular girl. Nothing really stood out about her. In truth, she’d blend easily into a crowd, a ghost.
Yet, everything about her grabbed his attention and kept it locked on target.