I shot straight up in bed, my shirt soaked with sweat and my heart pounding. I struggled to breathe around what seemed like a trunk on my chest, but it wasn’t working.
Follow Me (work in progress)
She walked until her legs hurt, her breath labored, sweat beaded her forehead and ran down her back and between her breasts.
Nate rubbed the sweat off his brow with his arm. Figures Fate left him with the crippling memories , the ones telling him he was a bastard—and took those that could’ve saved his men.
When Next We Meet (work in progress)
I broke into a sweat. He leaned nearer. “If you’ll have me, beautiful.”
Sex was dirty, all that sweat and bodily fluids. Not this. This was clean—spiritual.
Sweat broke out on her face. She felt his hands weakening and gritted her teeth as his fingers began to slip off the edge one by one.
Sam Bradley w/a McKenna Sinclair
Steely muscles traced an enticing pattern down his arms, enhanced by a gleam of dewy sweat. Ooh, Mama.
Her nostrils filled with the sharp smell of his sweat, and the cloying scent of aftershave.
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