Flights of Fancy – Mañana, Mañana.. by Sally Cronin
Here’s a fabulous story from the wonderful Sally Cronin’s latest anthology.
Mañana, Mañana.
The hot sun burnt her already tanned legs and she moved them slightly into the shade of the large umbrella overhead. She felt a small trickle of perspiration slide between her breasts and decided that it was not really that uncomfortable a sensation. In fact, it felt rather sensuous.
She looked out across the summer-bleached grass in front of the small villa and waited, her lower lip caught gently between her teeth. Any minute now, any minute now. Yes, there he was. She released her lip with a sharp intake of breath as he walked out of the water and onto the small patch of white sand at the bottom of the garden. He flicked his head and his long, wet black hair erupted into shining droplets of water in the hot air.
He was breath taking. From his arrogant, hawkish face down to his perfectly proportioned feet…
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