Tons of great blog posts for Six Sentence Sunday. Here is mine. (If you tweet, use the hashtag #sixsunday.)
Everything about Diana caused his body to feel like a mouse on speed. His words wanted to rush out. His heart thought that the faster it pumped blood the better he’d be at talking to the woman. His eyes never wanted to focus on one spot. They liked the lean body that she clothed in skin-tight tank tops and pants, and they attempted to stare at every part. His brain had made great use of those images, but he needed to give attention to her eyes, large, brown, and brimming with emotion.