sunday (monday) six
Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project.
Chekov glanced up at Len, his own eyes widening as he met his gaze. "Ah, hell," Len muttered to himself. He hadn't even realized. But now that he knew, it seemed like the wedding was even worse of an idea than before. Lord knew what had happened the last time he'd married someone he'd fallen desperately in love with. Nothing good, that's what.