Monday, July 18, 2016

Tuesday Tales and How Hard is it to Write?


Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales.
A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific word prompt each week. Once per month, we even write to an image.  You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds. This week our group writes to the word- write.  This will be an excerpt from my new WIP for a new romance contemporary- My Only Necessary.

Enjoy!~


Andrew gently took her hand. “We’ll go slow. I won’t pressure you. Thank you for trusting me.”  Kissing her hand, he quickly grabbed the other one, pulling both close to his lips. “Write this down in pen, not pencil- I’m going to win you over, I promise.”
Bea’s brain wrapped around the word trust. “Trust is a huge word, Andrew, it’s the biggest verb I work with.” The word trust also made her edgy. She preferred to learn some things about a person from demonstration, not from empty verbal promises.
He only smiled. “C’mon in, let me show you my humble abode.”
Bea admired the quality workmanship in his home, down to the fine details of crown molding, granite countertops, and high end flooring. The bachelor pad was impressive without being overwhelming or pretentious. Framed photographs with a proportionate display of older and
younger people provided a cozy, familial comfort. Shots of him covered in mud, hiking in the woods, fishing on a boat, and other random images captured his active lifestyle. However, it was one of him frosting a cake that made her giggle. “You’re a baker?”
“Only a couple of times. My god-niece talked me into it. She said since I build such tall buildings, anything else would be…a piece of cake.”
“Ah, she’s quick witted. Don’t you just love children?” The question tumbled out sounding wistful, with a distinct longing Bea didn’t intend.
“I absolutely adore them. I hope to have my own someday. I believe I could suitably corrupt a few young minds. What about you? Do you want kids?”
“Yes, if the fates align, I’d have kiddos. Right now, I play auntie to a couple of great older toddlers. They could probably talk me into just about anything.”
“Like me baking a cake?”
“Something like that, yeah.” Nodding, Bea kept moving away, keeping more than an arms’ length between the two of them. Still deciding if she should move in closer, Bea already knew if they kissed one more time, all resolve would be gone.
 “You have a beautiful home, Andrew.”
“You fit in perfectly.”
“You always have the sweetest things to say to me. How do you do it?”
“I don’t have to work at it, it’s no mystery. You’re everything I say you are, it’s that simple.” Andrew turned the stereo low, to a contemporary music station. “We can sit all night and just talk if that makes you comfortable.”
“I know we’re both adults and we’ve been very intimate. This just feels more real somehow, does that make sense?”
“Yes, you let me into your everyday life. I don’t take that lightly.” 
 
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5 comments:

Karen Cino said...

I hope Bea learn to trust him. Real nice snippet.

Joselyn Vaughn said...

Sweet interaction between them. I like the bit about the cake.

Susanne Matthews said...

This is great. I love the dialogue. Looking forward to more.

Trisha Faye said...

Nice snippet with a very realistic interaction between these two. Great dialog with enough of a peek into what's going on in her head. Loved it!

Tricia Andersen said...

He is so incredibly romantic. I love the story about the cake!!