Hello and welcome to this installment of Six Sentence Sunday. Below you'll find some more lines from my current Work in Progress, which is a Young Adult book that is part of a series I am writing.
I woke up as the bed jostled next to me. My eyes flew open and I gasped.
“Deacon, what are you doing?”
He rolled over onto his side. “My tent is cold.”
I shoved at his shoulder. “You can’t come and get in bed with me because you’re cold.”
I’d only been asleep for maybe two hours. My head hurt and I was in no mood to deal with this.