Six Sentence Sunday: 5/8/22

And she was going to meet her secret admirer, and they were going to have a great time, and…ok, so if her admirer ended up wanting to kiss her…

Her hand lifted to hover above her heart, her fingertips brushing over the embroidered notes stitched there.  She had been telling herself all day – all week – that it didn’t matter if it wasn’t Luka she was meeting at the dance.  And maybe she almostbelieved it, so she pushed out a breath and shoved any thoughts of her stupid…of the stupid guitarist out of her head.  If her admirer wanted to kiss her, she might just let him.  She might even enjoy it.