So, for Day 4, here's 4 kissing scenes from 3 Completed YA Manuscripts and 1 Work in Progress! Enjoy!
I stared into Abby’s eyes. Her hand reached up and gently wiped the tears from my face. We stayed that way, my face inches from hers, gazing into each other’s eyes, for what seemed like an eternity. Then ever so slightly she moved closer to me and brought her lips to mine. Softly our lips touched until something broke loose within me.
Locking my arms around her, I crushed her close against me. I let all the pent up desire of the last few months flow out through my kisses. As her lips parted, instinct took over for me. My tongue sought hers, her warmth, her taste. Our kisses deepened, as if we were trying to break through to each other’s souls. It was desperate, breathless, and aching, and I never wanted it to end.
It was then that the thought of angels with fiery swords guarding The Garden of Eden entered my mind. But I didn’t care. I knew then if I was going to fall, I was going to do it in a blaze of glory
DON’T HATE THE PLAYER
Katie’s lips curled into a smile. “Noah, will you do something for me?”
Oh, shit. I didn’t like the sinfully sing-song tone of her voice. “What?” I croaked.
“Would you stop acting like a gentleman for five minutes and kiss me?”
I swear to God her lips were already pursed, and she was purring. No lie, she was freakin’ purring like a cat in heat. Before I could protest, she wrapped her arms around me. She stared up into my eyes, and I couldn’t help myself. I brought my lips to hers. They were everything I’d imagined they’d be. Warm. Soft. Inviting. Sexy.
NETS AND LIES
Will glanced the clock on the wall. “Geez, it’s after four. I guess I better be getting home.”
Closing my eyes, I pressed my nose against his neck and inhaled of his comforting scent. “Why don’t you stay?”
He didn’t answer me. I pulled away to look in his face. “Will?”
His expression was pained. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? I mean, considering the circumstances and all.”
“But I like having you here with me. You make me feel safe, like I’m at home.” To prove there wasn’t any reason why he couldn’t stay, I brought my lips to his. I pulled away and whispered, “Stay.”
He answered my request by wrapping his arms tightly around me. And that night, Will and I slept together for the first time. Sharing a bed wasn’t after our “first time together” experience. Instead, it was about different needs and desires.
THE WAR WITHIN
A voice brought me back to reality. I rose up from the hood of the car and peered at the person. It was Joaquin. His perfect model face was etched in concern. He shuffled on his feet—unsure of what to do. Finally, he took a step towards me. “What happened? Are you all right?”
“No,” I whispered.
That simple word had him at my side. He pushed my hair back and stared into my eyes. I closed them and ducked my head—desperately wanting to shield myself from his questions. Instead, I felt his hand cup my chin.
“He loves you, Mia. No matter what you think or what he said, he does love you,” he said, softly.
My eyebrows jerked up in surprise. “Who are you talking about?”
“Your father,” he murmured.
He sighed. “Livia told me everything.”
I gasped. If she’d told Joaquin about my father and his banishment, then he knew about Him. When I stared into his dark eyes, I saw the answer. Joaquin knew it all, and he didn’t care.
Waves of emotions crashed over me, causing my body to shudder. Joaquin gripped my shoulders, pulling me to him. It was such a caring gesture that I began crying again.
His hot breath hovered over my ear as he whispered, “Shh, don’t cry. Everything’s all right.”
And then I knew. I knew what I’d been denying myself for the last month. And before I could argue or he could protest, I brought my lips to his.