Obviously, the spirit of this romantic day has somewhat deluded me, because:
a) I don't actually have a kissing scene to share because I totally chickened out when it came down to pasting a scene out here for anyone to see. Other writer's kissing scenes don't make me blush at all. My own?? Let's just say that if I get any redder in the face, it would bleed over through the internet. So I have an almost-kissing scene.
b) I'm not an Indie author and I have nothing published yet to promote. I just love blogfests and I haven't done one in a while.
So, before I chicken out, I present to you my "almost" kissing scene from my YA science fiction work-in-progress, Startripped.
Lander starts to say something, then shakes his head and closes his eyes for a moment. He faces forward in his seat again.
“What were you going to say?”
He shakes his head again. “I don't want to influence you - either to stay, or leave,” he says. “This should be your decision. It's your life.” One hand tightens around the steering wheel, the other clutches the device that is somehow transmitting sight to my eyes. A cell-phone in disguise.
“Tell me anyway.”
He turns and leans toward me again. Closer than before. He lets go of the steering wheel and brushes my cheek, and for a moment, I think he's going to kiss me.
Or maybe it's just me. Great. I’ve just been offered the hardest choice of my life, by a guy who can’t tell me anything about himself, and I want to kiss him?
“I really want you to come with me, Camria.” His eyes are locked on mine. It’s a powerful thing, looking into someone else’s eyes, at such close range. Even more intimate, in a way, than kissing. More vulnerable. It feels like he’s looking right into me, into all the places in my soul where fears and insecurities lurk. I want to flinch away and divert my eyes, but his expression holds me. He’s just as exposed as I am. There is such pain behind his eyes, and such longing on the surface, and hope.