As promised, here’s a little bit from the contemporary I’ve been working on, Turn the Page. It’s very early in the process and I can’t guarantee it’ll even be in the finished book but I wanted to share it with you. Enjoy!
“Sorry I took so long to call you. I should have done it yesterday. I like hanging out with you,” Marc said. “Even if it’s squeezing in a snack on my way to a reading.” Then, before she could come up with something clever to say, he leaned down and gave her a quick kiss. Chelsea stopped in her tracks and he looked at her curiously. “Should I not have done that?”
“No,” she said quickly. “You definitely should have done that.”
“I’m glad.” He grinned at her. “Mind if I do it again?”
“You can do it all you want.” It didn’t seem possible but Marc’s grin got even wider and he put the hand not holding the last of his ice cream on her waist to draw her closer. The warmth of his body pulled her like a magnet and she resisted the urge to press every inch of herself against him. It had been a long time since she let anyone kiss her and she had missed it. His mouth that was still slightly cold from the ice cream warmed as his kiss became deeper and Chelsea’s lips parted to let his tongue brush past. She tasted blueberries as their breath mingled and her heart beat faster. When they parted, his face was completely serious for the first time since she’d watched Crosswind and she hoped she hadn’t done anything wrong.
“I hope you don’t think I’m bailing on you after that,” he said with another glance at his watch, “but I have to get going.”
“Sorry if I made you late,” Chelsea said, tugging at her shirt uncertainly. It was something else she hadn’t done in a long time and she willed herself to stop it. Marc smiled at her, this time more gently than he had before.
“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “It was worth it.” He brushed back the side of her hair. “Are you going to ask me out now?”
“You’ll have to wait and see,” Chelsea said with a smirk. “See you tomorrow.” She walked to the end of the block, then turned around to make sure he wasn’t following.