K is for... Kissing! (duh)
I had to do it. If we're talking about YA novels, we have to talk about kissing. So today I'm going to share with you Peter and Ava's first kiss from my book, Nocturnal. (BTW, it will be discounted to 99 cents for two weeks to celebrate the release of Nightmare. Shh... don't tell. It's a sekrit)
“Look at me.” I turn my eyes upward and there it is. It's small, barely a lift in the corners of his mouth, but it's there. And it's heartstopping. Damn, he's gorgeous. So freaking gorgeous. And then I'm on those lips like white in rice.
For a second it's like kissing a tree or something, but then he gives and my brain's exploding and my mouth and nose are filled with wintergreen and heat and I want to be consumed by it and nothing else matters at this moment in time.
Peter, Peter, Peter.
“Ava.” He whispers my name, and it's suddenly the sexiest word in the English language. I open my eyes and I'm staring into his. He's smiling. Breathtaking.
“You're smiling.” I helpfully point out.
“I know.”
“It makes me really want to kiss you again.” “I know.” So we kiss again. And again. It's like being in the middle of a blizzard with fireworks thrown in. His lips have that slightly waxy texture, but they're soft and take on the heat of my own lips. He pulls away. I open my eyes and wish his breathing were ragged, his body on fire. Because mine is. I'd kissed boys before, during Spin-the-Bottle sessions and once at a dance I'd been attack-kissed, but that was all washed away by Peter. Maybe he spent all those years of noctalis life practicing kissing. Wouldn't surprise me. I reach for him again. “We should stop. You parents are just up the road.” “Uh huh.” I feel like my brain has temporarily gone on autopilot. “I should go. For now. But I will be back.” “Okay.” He's gone a second later and I'm left sitting on the couch, feeling my lips sizzle.
*fans self* What's your favorite kiss from a YA book?
“Look at me.” I turn my eyes upward and there it is. It's small, barely a lift in the corners of his mouth, but it's there. And it's heartstopping. Damn, he's gorgeous. So freaking gorgeous. And then I'm on those lips like white in rice.
For a second it's like kissing a tree or something, but then he gives and my brain's exploding and my mouth and nose are filled with wintergreen and heat and I want to be consumed by it and nothing else matters at this moment in time.
Peter, Peter, Peter.
“Ava.” He whispers my name, and it's suddenly the sexiest word in the English language. I open my eyes and I'm staring into his. He's smiling. Breathtaking.
“You're smiling.” I helpfully point out.
“I know.”
“It makes me really want to kiss you again.” “I know.” So we kiss again. And again. It's like being in the middle of a blizzard with fireworks thrown in. His lips have that slightly waxy texture, but they're soft and take on the heat of my own lips. He pulls away. I open my eyes and wish his breathing were ragged, his body on fire. Because mine is. I'd kissed boys before, during Spin-the-Bottle sessions and once at a dance I'd been attack-kissed, but that was all washed away by Peter. Maybe he spent all those years of noctalis life practicing kissing. Wouldn't surprise me. I reach for him again. “We should stop. You parents are just up the road.” “Uh huh.” I feel like my brain has temporarily gone on autopilot. “I should go. For now. But I will be back.” “Okay.” He's gone a second later and I'm left sitting on the couch, feeling my lips sizzle.
*fans self* What's your favorite kiss from a YA book?
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