Six Sentence Sunday comes from my first published novella, Chance to be King.
"Toby, let go!" Eric said firmly. Toby just held on tighter, growling and shaking his head, a huge doggy smile on his face.
"Jesus Christ! If I'd known I was gonna end up this sweaty I'd have done this first and then gone for a swim," Thomas panted as he slowly lost ground on the amount of
towel in his hands.
Eric was not thinking about the mental image of Thomas, sweat droplets trickling down his chest that Eric was reaching forward to lick slowly… no, he wasn't. Eric was hanging on to Thomas' end of the towel and the two men pulled together. Millie was wagging her
tail furiously on the sidelines, thinking it was a great game.