First Fight/First Kiss Blogfest-Day Two

Welcome to Day Two of the First Fight/First Kiss Blogfest hosted by Danielle and Jackie.

Today I am posting a scene from my YA contemporary novel UNFOLD ME which is currently pushed aside awaiting major revisions. Scroll down to see my last post if you missed the first fight, because this first kiss is a nice wrap up to that fight. Hope you enjoy, and go here to see who else is participating.

*note: I'm off camping this entire week so I won't be able to respond to comments or visit other participants' blogs until the weekend*

Onto the kiss scene (they are dancing in her living room, first time she's danced since a child):

           I placed his left hand on my waist and slid both of my arms behind his neck. His voice cracked a little, and became much softer, but he kept singing. We continued to sway. His shoulder was only inches away. I narrowed the distance and kissed him lightly there. He smelled so good. I traced the swooping line of his collarbone just visible from the edge of his shirt collar. I kissed him there, against his bare skin. I slid my lips up his neck and across his jaw line, lingering at his chin for a moment before I pulled my head back to look up at him.

            We had stopped swaying. He had stopped singing. I touched his lips with my fingers. He gulped, and his hands braced my face. His eyes searched mine with such intensity I thought I would melt, right here in his arms. And that’s all it took.  I kissed him without any hesitation, without any fear. With everything I had, I kissed him.

            Lucas’ hands still held my face, and he pulled my head back abruptly, leaving both of us gasping for breath. He pushed me away from him but didn’t let go. He looked me over, as though for a hidden injury. Like something was wrong, and he needed to fix it—needed to know I was okay. My lips turned down in a frown.

            Lucas. This boy in front of me. Who had always been so careful with me. So patient, so concerned—all this time. My heart broke for him in that moment, a tiny fissure of pity for the boy who thought something had to be wrong for me to kiss him. It only made me ache for him more.

            “Kami,” he said. Or did he? He may have just mouthed the word. His lips turned up slightly, his barely there dimples driving me insane. I threw my arms around him and kissed him again. I didn’t ever want to stop kissing him.

            After a while, with my mouth against his neck, I said, “Lucas.”

            “Mmm,” he murmured, running his lips across my forehead—something I never would have expected to feel so good. But it made my breath catch and my next words came out in a strangled desperation.

            “I love you.”

            He pulled back, just far enough to focus on me, and gave me a wide grin. “I know,” he said. He looked me over as though memorizing my face, and how I looked, just in that very moment. “I know you do,” he said.

            Lucas kissed me once, hard on the mouth. He lifted me off my feet and spun me around with a joyful whelp. He held me close as we danced some more. He sang so loud I was sure the neighbors could hear his bellowing. I belted right along with him, not caring if anyone heard us. And not caring how out of tune I must have sounded. It was just the two of us—me in Lucas’ sure and confident arms.

            And it was exactly where I wanted to be.