Hello my pretties and welcome to Flash Fiction Friday, where you will find one hundred words per week based upon a picture chosen at random by either myself or my cohorts in this marvellous adventure. Make sure you follow the links both within the one hundred and at the bottom of this post to see what other delights await you.
Christian gently kissed Xavier’s temple, “I have to go, baby. I’ve got a class in half an hour,” he said, standing up and gazing down at his lover. “Don’t say it. You’re forgiven. As if I’d let anyone come between us—you’re mine.”
He kissed Xavier again, wiping a leaf from his hair and purposely ignoring the dark purple bruising already visible around his lover’s throat. He vaguely remembered the sound Xavier’s windpipe had made when he’d crushed it, but that didn’t matter now. This was their place. Their secret place, and Xavier would be waiting for him there—forever.
A huge thank you to Christian Jensen and Xavier Axelson for allowing me to slip them in this week's FFF. Make sure you click on their names to see what wickedly wonderful things they've been up to and make sure you check out Lily, Xavier's new release.
See you next week!