Weekend Writing Warriors

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Iowa pushed up on his elbows, his sweat-slick hair sticking to his forehead and temples. He looked too damn sexy for words. Graham’s hands tingled to touch him all over again. This wasn’t good. He needed perspective. He needed to go.

“Running?” Iowa asked.

Graham threw his legs over the side of the bed. “More like speed walking. I shouldn’t have let this happen.”

“Let it happen?” Iowa snickered. “Oh, yeah. You control all the forces of nature, Doctor. I could have said no.”

The soft caress of fingertips along his spine caused a shiver. Graham peered over his shoulder. Teasing blue eyes met his, so unlike the ones filled with painful vulnerability from before their sweaty therapy session. The man could be so fucking sweet, intelligent, curious, and funny. “Who are you, Iowa?”

“A state with a lot of corn.”

Graham stood, picked up a pillow, and threw it at Iowa, smacking him right in his smug face. “Cute.”

“You’re the one who insists on calling me that.” Iowa moved off the bed and to his feet, doing a full-body stretch.

~ Above excerpt is from Between the Lies, book one in the Club Syn series. Available NOW!

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