TITLE: The Boy in the Mirror
GENRE: YA Contemporary Fantasy
Dr. Abrams has convinced her that Luke was just a figment of her imagination. And Phillip feels so very, very real . . .
When the last notes had faded, drunk up by the walls and the ceiling till not the faintest hint of them remained, Phillip moved to crouch down beside the piano bench. He cupped my right cheek in his hand, and drew me forward till the distance between us was smaller than a breath.
“I knew the moment I saw you. I knew there was music in you.”
Was it his words or his touch that stirred up the ache in me? The need for Luke to have just been a dream after all. For this to be real and right. For the moment when Phillip pressed his lips to mine to be all parts thrill, and no part terror.
Traitor, my mind hissed at me.
That same electricity I’d once felt at his touch against my skin seemed to course through the very core of me, and the firm tenderness of his lips against mine was nearly overwhelmed by the feel of his hands tangled in the curls at the nape of my neck.
The electricity between us intensified to such a degree that our kiss became a storm, a gentle rain of shared touch, and stirring winds of oh-yes- this.
And then his lips tore from mine, and my eyes flew open to the sight of Phillip crashing backwards onto the floor, an enraged Dr. Abrams standing over him.