Write Brained and Stina Lindenblatt over at Seeing Creative are hosting a smooching good blogfest today. In honor of Valentine's Day we are posting a kissing scene from one of our works. So get your chapstick ready and pucker up! When you are done swapping spit here, head over to Christina's blog and check out some others.
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!!!!
Meet Me In Jersey is my current WIP. It's a tale about long lost love set along the New Jersey Shore. Here, Miguel and Grace, childhood friends and first loves, reunite on the sandy shores of their youth as both their marriages have just ended. In this scene Miguel recalls when he kissed a very newly married Grace, along with their childhood promise to be together until they were old and gray.
“Are you happy?” His heart skipped a beat as he tried to keep his expression blank.
“It took me a really long time to get here Mig, I won’t lie. Getting over us took all I had but I did it. I can really say that yes, I am happy.”
“That’s all I want for you, you know that, right?” Miguel searched her eyes, for something, anything to tell him how she really felt.
Her eyes glazed a bit and her brows rose. “And that’s all I want for you.”
A hopeful stare lingered. Need outweighed reason. He closed the space between them and pulled her body to his. Her breath quickened. Warm palms pushed against his chest. It only made him hold her tighter. “Are you as happy as you were our last night together? When you told me you’d love me forever? When I told you, you were the only woman I’d ever love?”
Her silence spoke volumes. A slight chuckle of recognition escaped him. His lips brushed across hers, tasting wine and cake. They melded together in a familiar slow dance. Tongues swept, light at first, then with more longing. A soft moan rumbled from her mouth to his. Making it impossible to stop, but he had to.
Miguel released those soft lips, traced pink cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. “Old and gray, Grace. Don’t forget that. You can’t ever forget that.”
Head down he left, unable to look at her. The taste of Merlot, butter cream frosting, and what could have been lingered on his senses.