Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I finished NaNoWriMo on Wednesday with a historical fiction project. I’m only about halfway through the story, though. Along with all my other projects I have going. Lots of writing in my future. Just the way I like it. 🙂 Anyway, for today I have more of Hawk’s story. I skipped ahead several paragraphs here, but we’re still in the same scene as before.
When I got there Bull and Devil had joined Icarus already. I could tell Devil hadn’t changed after his run. His shirt had ben darkened by sweat, his hair still wet with it, too. I wanted to run my fingers through it, but I held myself back.
Not that either of the other two men would care. They’d seen me all over Devil before and hadn’t batted an eye. It would be Devil who cared, though. He still wasn’t comfortable with the public displays. And he already looked worked up enough.
The run obviously hadn’t drained away all his tension as it usually helped to.