TITLE: PLAY FOR PANIC
GENRE: YA Urban Fantasy
Sami feels a connection to Jason through their mutual artistic interests. Here, he walks her home from a party and shares that a gallery has requested his paintings.
“Couldn’t happen to a better guy,” I said, which gave me away. If the cold hadn’t already reddened my cheeks, Jason would see how sorely I blushed after I said that. But he laughed a cone of steam, and then pointed to the Big Dipper.
“I don’t see it,” I said, even though I kind of did.
“Sure you do, there,” he said. And just as I’d hoped, he put his arm around me and pointed, his cheek next to mine so our line of vision was the same. “See?” he said. He smelled like beer. But I didn’t mind.
I turned to him, just slightly, just enough. “I do now,” I said, hoping I didn’t smell like beer too.
He looked into my eyes and my legs turned to butter. It was like the Big Dipper had scooped us into space with all those shining stars glowing around us – with nothing and no one else around.
And then he did it. Those chapped lips touched my own before I could properly pucker. I stayed stock still in case he had second thoughts. But no. He held his sweet lips to mine as I stopped my breath, the earth stopping beneath my feet. It must’ve only been a few seconds, but it felt like an hour. Yet, when he drew away, it ended too quickly – and I missed the scratchy feel of his rough lips.
“Hope that was okay,” he said with a shy smile.