Six Sentence Sunday: Flight #22 -- Uninterested
You know she can't just leave a sleeping, er, bathing dragon alone, right?
The bathroom door creaked, and Claire crossed the room.
Bartholomew refused to open his eyes, even when she leaned over the tub and reached between his legs. He took the cigarette from his lips. "I am uninterested."
Her hand tightened, and he met her gaze as she replied, "I am not." The biter snatched the cigarette and stuck it between her lips.
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