Sometimes I get scenes that flash into my head. They don't belong with a character or in a book that I'm working on. I might use them in the future--MIGHT. I know, even if they never make it into a story, I have to write them down.
Rather than have them get lost in the piles of half used notebooks languishing in my office never to be looked at again, I thought I may as well type them up here. At least they will be easy to copy and paste should I decide to use them!
She could feel him staring at her from across the room, his gaze burning through her. She refused to look up and acknowledge him. She understood why he'd said the things he'd said and asked for space. Being the understanding, overly polite individual she was, she decided to give him what he wanted. She'd told him he'd have to help her resist, to not be so readily available everywhere she went.
He wasn't holding up his end of their bargain.
She sipped her tea and turned the page even though she hadn't read a damn word since he'd walked in. Like the shock wave after a bomb, she'd known as soon as he'd entered the room. After another ten minutes of staring at words she wasn't comprehending and clenching her jaw, she tossed the book aside and tipped her head back, aligning her gaze with his without much effort. She knew the very tilt of her head signaled the depth of her displeasure.
For good measure, she raised her brows.
He chuckled but made no move toward her. So this was how he was going to play it.