“Hold her steady!”
“I am!” The old ladder shook. A splinter pricked my left hand. Damn, he’s got no business on the roof. I should’ve called a repairman.
I tipped my head back, and squinted in the blinding sun. A chuckled escaped my lips.
“Woman, you won’t be laughing when I fall.”
“Yeah, I will. But in the meantime, I’m enjoying the view.”
From this angle he didn’t look a day past thirty. My heart fluttered at the tight Levis perched above my head. A warm flush crept up my neck.
“Hurry up,” I said. The words caught, his head turned, and brown eyes met mine.
“Coming. The roof can wait.”
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Brilliant! Leaves me wanting to read more 🙂 #ThePrompt
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Ah, shucks, thanks so much.
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Brilliant, this made me smile! What a great take on #ThePrompt, thank you so much for sharing x
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I’m so glad you enjoyed my contribution. We discussing hanging Christmas lights and voila. 😀
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Cute! I’m still blinking at the phrase, tight jeans. lol
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Ha, ha, glad I made you smile.
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