THE ROSE
by Suzan St Maur
The gravel hitting the window caused me to wake with a start. I curled back the curtain and looked out. Silly lad. I silently raised the sash.
“I thought you were going back to the base tonight!”
“I was. I did.” Will stage-whispered. “Then I went out again. Back door, so to speak.”
“Ooh, naughty.”
“It gets naughtier. [Read more…]
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