I'm posting 250 words of a romantic scene from my most recent story, contemporary YA, Starsong. Check mine out, then hop on over to blogfest HDQ at Oasis for YA and read all the entries!
But first! Just a few things of note, then I'd love any feedback or comments for my swoon worthy scene.
Jules, over at Trying to Get Over the Rainbow has left me a valentine with the understanding that I pass it on to all my lovely bleeps. Please accept this special valentine from me to you. Post it with pride on your own blog and pass it on to your own bleeps. Sealed With A Kiss *smooch*
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Okay, now for a scene from Starsong. Just to kind of set the scene for you, Wynonna and Sami have been playing music together for a couple of weeks now, all the while the attraction growing between them. This scene is when they both realize there's something more. It's 4th of July at the lake. They're alone on a hill top:
The first of the fireworks whistles through the night, then pops and crackles over the trees. Neon colors splatter across the sky, reflected by the lake, and drawing my attention away for only seconds.
I look back at Sami, his face is only inches from mine. “Fireworks,” I say.
Duh. Way to be Captain Obvious, Wynonna.
Sami says nothing. He takes one of my hands in his, then the other, standing in front of me now. His hands are warm, his skin soft. I can smell the sandalwood on his clothes.
He raises our hands between us, our fingers intertwining slowly, then palms pressing together with more force. And that's all it takes—a single touch to trigger the feelings that have been building inside of me. We embrace. I allow my hands to run up along his back, feeling the warmth of his body and welcoming it so closely to mine.
A gasp escapes my lips. I didn't know he'd feel this good. He caresses my arms, my back. This touch is long overdue, but still our lips haven't met. Something so erotic stirs inside me—a swirling of emotion and desire like I've never felt. He pulls just barely away from me. I search his face for a sign.
His eyes are blazing like embers, making my insides twist into a knot. I've been dreaming of seeing him in just this way. His face approaches mine. Our lips touch, blend, unite. I could swallow him whole. His mouth tastes like comfort food—warm, nourishing. I let the passion inside me take over my body, kissing him harder, deeper. He lifts me up, our lips still locked together, as he carries me.
Fireworks still whistle, pop, and crackle overhead, but I can't tell if they're from my body or from the pyrotechnic display. I don’t care which it is. All I care about is Sami here with me, our bodies together.
Thanks for reading! If you have any constructive suggestions, I'm all ears.
Tune in Monday for a First Kiss Blogfest! I'll be posting from my other story. Hope to see you then! Hope you have a swoon worthy weekend, or at least chill, if nothing else. ;)