SIX SENTENCE SUNDAY
After a few shivering breaths, Jasmine strode to the edge of the clearing and removed her clothes. Even though he’d seen her naked plenty of times before this, it didn’t stop the sight of her from stealing his breath. She was perfect. Every arch, every swell, every inch, utter perfection. While he stood breathless, she stood tall and proud. A woman like her was enough to bring a man to his knees. And it broke something within him to know she wasn’t his anymore.