So I’m feeling a lot of (totally imagined) peer pressure today to participate in the International Kissing Day BlogFest.
Okay, so really, I’ve read a bunch of kissing scenes on my favorite blogs—and then when I saw Andrew (Iapetus999) was taking part, I figured I pretty much had to, too 😉 .
And I just happen to have an orphan almost-kissing scene sitting around. It’s from an idea I’ve had bouncing around for a while and I finally figured out it should be a YA paranormal a few months ago. I’ve slowly been working on plotting it, but other than this half of a scene and some attempts at the opening paragraphs, there’s not much to the story.
A little background: this scene features Lacey, a high school sophomore who recently became telepathic. She’s had a crush on James for pretty much ever. (He does know she’s telepathic.)
He leaned in and closed his eyes.
Was this really happening? No. It couldn’t be. I mean, I was . . . me. Boys didn’t kiss me.
But he was still getting closer.
I took a deep breath and braced myself, squinching my eyes shut, tilting my chin up—not that I really knew what I was doing, but it was the only thing that made sense.
The seconds seemed to stretch forever, until I could finally hear what he was thinking.
—Geez, Lace, what do you think I’m gonna do? Punch you?
My eyes snapped open and I pulled back. He grinned at me. “James—how can you . . . ?”
“Lacey,” the blame in his tone matching mine. “All you have to do is act like you’re gonna enjoy it.”
I folded my arms across my chest. “Well, maybe I wasn’t gonna enjoy it.”
James’s eyebrows pushed together, pulling his whole face into a frown. Though I wasn’t really close enough to hear his thoughts now, I didn’t have to.
I couldn’t have hurt him more if I’d punched him.
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