Six Sentence Sunday

“I’m Nike,” I answered, shaking his hand.

The touch of his skin arrested me and I hoped he didn’t catch my quick intake of breath.

“Like the goddess of victory,” he said. “Fitting.”

I tried not to let his remark go to my head and set my fantasies in motion again, although I knew that slight caress made it inevitable.

“Thanks. Most people say, ‘like the sneaker.”

 

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