Startled, she bolts from her chair and spins around. Her back up against the wall now, perspiration from her palms bleeding into its yellow paint as shadows from her thin eyelashes bandage her fearful eyes, she waits. Footsteps pound on the stairs; she knows they are his and they are fast approaching - too fast, too fast, there is nowhere to hide - and then they are there, on the landing. Too fast, too fast - they are heading toward her, not so far away now, and his voice is calling thickly, "Honey, I'm home!" and there is nowhere to hide - they are before her, not two steps away now... and then they stop. She jolts away from the weight of his hand on her cheek; his hand, cupping her cheek gently and tilting her face up to his own, kissing her deeply with that distinct taste of his favorite chocolate-peppermint candies, sucking on her lower lip for just a second in that way that makes her knees buckle every single goddamn time as shadows from his thick eyelashes bandage his amorous eyes. Exactly what she feared.
[my first "six sentences" attempt of many, many to come]
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