TITLE: Here Comes the Sun
GENRE: YA-Contemporary Romance
Brant and Natalie get lost in London while searching for Diet Coke. They've had one near kiss.
“Natalie,” he says to me. “I've screwed this whole thing up.”
“We'll find our way back.”
But Brant just smiles and squeezes my hands tighter. I nearly turn into putty right then and there. Leaning forward, he rests his forehead against mine, his warmth transferring to me. He lets go of my hands and grabs my hips, pulling me so close that I can feel him - all of him! - against my body.
His voice is soft when he speaks, his breath warm against my face. “I'm not talking about getting lost.”
“Are you talking about,” I gulp back the nervous bubble forming in my throat, and force myself to say it, “us?” Because I hope you're talking about us, I want to say. But I don't, because I'm a wuss.
I don't expect what happens next. I expect a shrug, a head nod, a head tilt. Something that doesn't involve words. What I get is way better than what I imagined. Because without warning, Brant envelopes me in his arms. He has one hand on the back of my head, one tight around my shoulders. What he can't see is that my knees turn to pudding, my heart elevates to dangerous levels, and my eyes moisten with tears of pure bliss. Okay, that part he can probably see. Maybe I should try wiping my eyes inconspicuously. A quick head flick on his shoulders will do. Soak the moisture into his shirt and I'll be good as gold. Except wait, no. He pulls back before my operation can be completed. Abort, abort, abort.
Staring deep into my eyes, hopefully past the happy tears that burrow in the corners, Brant leans in. He actually leans. In. His lips are puckered, his eyes slowly closing, and then....
Freaking, flipping, A. What? I want to scream to the gods for interrupting my first real kiss. Again.