“How do you do that?” she asked him as he buttoned his sleeves and fixed his cap.
“Make me keep on wanting you….” She blushed, thinking of how they had spent the last two hours and how she wanted to spend endless more.
“It’s the eye patch,” he grinned, setting her beret at a rakish angle matching his own. “Chicks dig the eye patch.”
© 2017 Dellani Oakes