Another six sentences from my upcoming novel, Feed, Prey, Love.
As Conley walked back toward his room, the scent of coffee wafted through the air. As tempting as his the caffeine was, he headed back to his room and grabbed his jock strap, a pair of cotton shorts, and a tank top. A run, pumping his muscles, taking in the bright greens and blues of a cloudless Providence summer day, this is what Conley craved; what he needed.
He hadn’t stepped two feel out of the elevator at the lobby level when he was confronted with the one thing that had set his mind and body in motion. Even though he had his back to Conley, there was no mistaking that Talib was walking outside. Without saying a word, as if his mind had called to Talib, the beautiful pale man turned to face him, eyes wide, sapphire blues burning from within.