TITLE: KITT WILDE
GENRE: Historical YA
Luke has just told Kitt that it mattered to him that he lived through the ordeal she saved him from:
I lifted my head to meet his gaze. "But I have to breathe."
"Is that so?" All at once he tipped me back, cradling me like I was precious and fragile. The smolder in his eyes told me the sparks had lit the tinder, the burn inescapable now.
I had no time to be nervous or scared, or worry I didn't know how. When Luke touched his lips to mine, my breath flew out of my chest like spooked doves and every thought wisped away like smoke. As my lips parted under his, my insides dashed and twirled like fall leaves on fast water. He tasted sweet like frosty blueberries and sunbaked grass on a cool day in fall.
I was just getting used to the feeling when he pulled away. Not abruptly but tenderly, his lips lingering like drifting snowflakes.
His voice was gruff. "Don't forget to breathe, honey."