At Clarkson Inn

Welcome to my little corner of the Internet. This week on Tuesday Tales we are writing to the picture prompt below. The following excerpt is from my WIP. The story takes place in beautiful Ulster County, New York right at the start of the fall season. Globetrotting photographer, Leslie finds herself running her mother’s Inn during the fall foliage season, with old boyfriend Kevin making needed repairs. She accepts his help with the Inn, but it’s a harder job to win her heart. 

Kevin approached Leslie. “Just wanted to make sure that porch held up tonight.”

“It seems to be holding up just fine. Glad you could make it after all tonight.”

“Ellie didn’t need me to watch the kids tonight.”

Kevin walked over to the table and picked up two glasses of campaign. He returned back to Leslie and handed her a glass. She took and looked into his eyes again. How can he resist this woman? Even if she was in town for a short while, he swore right then and there he would make the most of their time together. Starting now.

He raised his glass to hers. “To a great fall foliage season. And to you, Leslie. I hope it’s everything you’re looking for.”
He was taken off guard by her hand around his neck, pulling him in for more. His lips touched hers and quickly parted for him. Surprised at her boldness, he reached for her with his free hand, bringing her close to his chest, and answered her parted lips with his searching tongue. She relaxed in his arm, and released a tiny moan that vibrated from her mouth into his.

She tapped glasses with him. “Yes, to a great fall foliage season—whatever that means,” she smiled. “And to you. Thank you Kevin for your help with all this. I couldn't have done it without you.”

He bend down and came face to face with her. He leaned in and slowly closed his eyes. He felt her nose against his and rubbed it back and forth before softly kissing her lips. He tasted the champagne with a hint of mint, and wanted to savor and devour her all at the same time. He fought the urge to demand more and pulled back, allowing her to breath. 

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