TITLE: The New Eden Chronicles
GENRE: YA Dystopian Romantic Thriller
19-year-old outsider Mana takes 16-year-old citizen Eve to an archive of forbidden artwork. Dancing to A Sunday Kind of Love, they get carried away.
“This is how you dance to this one,” I say, taking her left hand in my right and placing my left hand on her waist. Her fingers twitch as she accepts my grip. We sway together, caught up in the song’s lushness. Eve looks happy and terrified at the same time. I wrap one of her sandy curls around my finger and register her scent—sandalwood and lemon.
She lets me pull her even closer until her head is on my chest, her curves pressing into me. The sensation makes me close my eyes.
Then the song ends and we separate a little, staring at each other in the silence. I’m not sure what’s happening. Her expression is so open, so trusting. I trail a fingertip down the side of her cheek, which is as soft as satin, then along her jawline to her lips, where I let it rest. A thousand tiny fires flare inside me. She wraps her hand around the back of my neck and pulls my mouth down to hers. Despite the odd way her lips contort for a second, another one of the tics she can’t quite hide, they are the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. Desire surges through me like a tide, rolling the length of my body in one long wave. This is not a role I have to force myself to play, as it is with Margaret. Every part of me wants this touch, is dying for it.
I back her up against the wall and am about to kiss her more deeply when I realize, with a jolt, that Tito is watching. The fact of his presence hits me like a bucket of cold water. What am I doing?