A happy Friday to you all! Today, for the first time, I'm participating in a BlogFest. This one comes to us courtesy of the lovely ladies at Oasis for YA. And it's just the right thing to celebrate Valentine's Day. Every participant is putting a delicious 250-word morsel of swoony goodness from their YA Works-in-Progress.
Please go check out all the other participants' contributions. It's like a box of chocolates, only calorie-free and even more of an aphrodisiac.
I have to confess to a slight cheat here: this excerpt is from a completed work, but I haven't gotten to any swoon-worthy parts in any of my WIPs. Still--enjoy!
He rested his hand on my leg, tracing a circle around my kneecap with one finger. My skin was so cold from the walk home I could barely feel him touching me. The beer may have contributed to the numbness, for that matter. I concentrated on his hand until I could feel every cell that connected us. Nearly hypnotized, I raised my head and looked at him.
He leaned in and kissed me.
Matt was the third person I’d kissed since my sophomore year of high school. It felt so strange, and so exciting. A shiver ran through my back, and a giggle escaped my throat.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
“I’m sorry. I’ll stop.”
He kissed me again, and my mouth twitched toward a smile again.
“What?” he pulled back.
“I don’t know. I’m sorry.” I tried to sober my face, but the giggles bubbled up again.
“You’re crazy,” Matt said with a smile. I clapped a hand over my mouth, snickering. “You wanna stop?” he offered.
“No,” I said immediately.
“Then shut up,” he teased in a low voice, making the insult sound sexy.
I let myself smile through the next kiss, but I managed to keep the nervous laughter at bay.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Good.” He flashed a smile of his own at me, but it was brief. He had better things to do with his mouth.
We kissed for a long time, easing closer and closer. When Matt put his arms around me, he bumped into the wings of my costume. I pulled back and slid my arms out of the straps. Swinging the wings off, I smacked Matt in the head with one.
He flinched. “This must be why angels and devils don’t mix.”
I laughed. “It’s totally the wings,” I agreed.