Welcome to my Six Sentences on Sunday! This excerpt is taken from Chapter 11 of my book, Tenderfoot.
Abruptly, Andrew took one long stride to his bureau, ripped open a drawer and grabbed some clothes. Then he was gone. The slammed door vibrated in the frame for several uneasy seconds. He stood against the wall outside the door through which his heart hammered, almost louder than my own. He wasn’t the only one startled by the level of sexual tension between us.
What would I do if he opened the door?