YAmore or How Hot Can It Get in February?

Well, here goes. I'm entering That's YAmore Blogfest to have some fun this Valentine season. Shutting my eyes and thinking about steaming up the screen with something hot, but YA suitable. That's a challenge in itself, but to do it in 250 words adds a bit more difficulty. Love scenes are NOT my strongest suit, so cut me some slack when you read and comment here, okay?









Liz starts the movie and leans close. My side goes steamy from her heat. Below my belly button, tiny needles tattoo my skin, and I can't tell if it hurts or if it feels better than anything I've felt in my life.

 

I keep my eyes on the screen while Neo hacks away at his computer.

 

Liz pulls my hand around her shoulders, then rubs my palm with her thumbs. 


 

While Neo's figuring out what's real, what isn't, what's next, so am I.

 

She brushes her lips across my knuckles. I miss a scene; my heart misses a beat.

 

Neo hurtles off walls and into battle, a super human, and I'm thinking Neo wouldn't sit here, waiting for Liz to take charge. Neo would be the man.

 

"You like?" She asks.


 

I pull her around to face me, and plant a kiss almost where I planned but close enough to get her attention. 


 

Her mouth opens under mine, and now my lips heat up like the rest of me, and I've got tiny hearts pumping everywhere. I push harder and she falls back onto the couch with me kneeling over her.


 

"You're good, Hutch." She smiles up at me, and I kiss her again. 


 

I am good. Everything inside me says, "good to go" when she holds her hands against my chest.

 

"That's it."


 

"That's what?"


 

"I don't go all the way."


 

Those tiny hearts turn into satellites around the thudding planet that's ready to go nova in my chest.



From The Double Negative, WIP,  © C. Lee McKenzie

Sliding on the Edge, C. Lee McKenzie, WestSide Books, Spring '09