TITLE: Raptor Snatch
GENRE: Commercial Fiction
Randi thought her guitar player Kelvin hated her, but he just came to her much needed defense in a big way.
He turns. “What?”
I stop a couple feet short of him. “What the f*** was that?”
He shuffles his feet, and leans against his car. “I… I didn’t like the hurt look on your face. F****** Ashwin. He had no right to say what he did. Why did you follow me?”
I bite my lip. “I don’t know. It felt like I had to say something.”
He shakes his head. “You don’t have to say anything Randi.”
“I know I don’t have to. But seriously, thank you Kelvin. It meant – it means a lot to me.” I look at his hand. “Is your hand ok?” I can’t look at his face. His face is where his eyes are, and for some reason my face burns when I think about making eye contact with him right now. I see his feet come towards me, his arm move, and then his fingers are underneath my chin, tilting my head back. A second of hungrily intense eye contact. And then he’s kissing me. We’re kissing. It’s slow, and deep, and amazing, movements like cold honey. I realize I’m kissing Kelvin, and abruptly pull back.
My hand surprises us both by not reaching up and slapping him in the face.
“Dude, what the f***?” The voice I intended to be angry comes out sounding more lazy, and husky than anything else. I’ll be annoyed when I get the feeling back into my legs.
He sighs.“I couldn’t stop myself. I’m not sorry though.”
“But we hate each other.”
One corner of his mouth tucks in. “Do we?” he asks softly.
I sigh. “I don’t know. I thought we did. Until you made with the lips.”