Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. Today I’m picking up pretty much where last week’s snippet left off. I cut out two sentences between and got creative with punctuation to get to the end of the scene.
“He’s a wise, old man.”
“Hey,” Mr. Bentley shouted, “I heard that.”
He had to be at least in his seventies, probably closer to eighty, but he’d always hated being called old. Damon chuckled under his breath then leaned forward and pressed his lips lightly to mine. When he started to pull back, I grabbed his head. “You fucker, that’s just a tease,” I said and pulled him back to me.
We kissed until I heard Mr. Bentley say, “Damn boys, you know there’s no fan in here, and this place could go up like a tinderbox if you raise the heat anymore.”
I laughed and pulled back. Damon’s cheeks were still red, but he was grinning, too, and the tension between us, now that he knew Mr. Bentley was okay with us, had eased. We shouldn’t have a problem making it to when we could leave again and retrieve our bikes.
Will they be able to get their bikes? What are they going to do about the danger out there? Are they ok now? I’ll have more next week.
I also got the first chapter of Staring at the Sun up on Wattpad this week, so you can check that out if you’d like.