Prompts Work: Pwp

Jamie pushed off the barrel and walked toward him slowly. Not menacingly. Deliberately. The way a storm front walks toward a coastline. “We could just wait.”

Jamie stood with his back against a barrel of sherry, arms crossed, the sharp lines of his charcoal suit catching the dim glow. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone. He’d undone them an hour ago, during the vows, claiming the knot was choking him. Leo had believed him then. pwp prompts

The silence stretched, thick and unbearable. Leo could hear his own heartbeat. Could probably hear Jamie’s, too, if he listened. Neither of them moved. Jamie pushed off the barrel and walked toward him slowly