Is it bad luck to post excerpts from a book that's on submission? I hope not because I couldn't help but sharing this scene for Valentines.
Christina at Write-Brained and Stina at Seeing Creative are hosting a Valentine's blogfest focused on...you guessed it, the kiss! Check out the list of participants listed on either of their blogs.
Here is Kate and Jack's first kiss. There's no set-up (because hopefully one day you'll get to read the book and I want you to be surprised when), I figure I'll just let them go at it!
“Don’t worry, it’s okay, Kate. I was joking. You don’t have to look so serious,” he said. “I wondered when you were going to show up.”
My head snapped back up. “You were looking for me?” The words tumbled out before I could stop them.
“Of course I was looking for you. Why do you think I mentioned the party? After all, we have some history. We spent the night together.”
“We did, didn’t we? I wanted to see you here too,” I said quietly, unexpected courage surging in me.
“We did.” His hand found mine and then, the two of us were moving towards each other, and suddenly like the night outside our hotel, talking to Jack became nothing.
The memory of the first time we talked, the cold bench, his warm sweatshirt, the early morning, were erased.
The conversation we had outside the hotel wasn’t important.
The feel of his hand on my back when he had caught me from falling off the wall was just slight pressure, brushed away from memory.
The solidness in his hand when he helped me up from the wall erased.
Because nothing came close, not an inch or an ounce to what it felt like when Jack kissed me.
Smokey breath met sour beer.
Chapped lips met glossy moist.
Exploring curious tongue met smooth white teeth.
Rough firm hands met sweaty moist palms.
Bristly itchy cheek met red-flamed blush.
Jack met Kate.
Kate met Jack.
We broke apart.
We stood still.