Six Sentence Sunday...

An excerpt from Final Girl. The wooing and cornering continues... 

“You weigh a ton.”

Daniel lifted his head off his little ray of sunshine’s chest, ridiculously gratified by the calm, even thumping of her heart, the steady, measured lift and fall of her ribs. She was alright, never mind the griping. She was okay and on some subconscious, un-chartable level that equated to trust.

Had to.

Or maybe she was just exhausted.

 http://www.sixsunday.com/