Today my six sentences are from my WIP, Afraid To Love.



Noah cursed as the razor nicked his skin near his Adam’s apple.  Any more cuts and he was sure he’d bleed out.  Shaving with trembling hands was never a smart idea, but he had to get ready, he was due at Tate’s in less than an hour.

If you weren’t thinking about a tall, gorgeous man, your hands wouldn’t be shaking.

He cursed again and tossed his razor in the sink.  This was getting fucking ridiculous.

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