TITLE: The Myth of the Mermaid
GENRE: YA Romance
Hannah is fighting feelings for Roby, a new acquaintance who seems to have lots of female companionship. He's everything she rejects yet wants, all at once.
"I am going to kiss you. Eventually."
"Oh, really? You think so, huh?" Hannah restrained her eye roll. "Forgive me if I'm not holding my breath."
He hesitated with a quizzical frown. "I thought that's what you were asking."
A low, choppy wave of embarrassment rolled her stomach, the rapid blush rising to stain her cheeks. She refused to look at him. "I wasn't asking you to kiss me," she clarified, gritting her teeth. "I asked why you hadn't. There's a difference. I figured you'd kissed just about every other girl on the island, so ... whatever. I don't really care."
"You're not every other girl."
"Can we please just forget this?" Shaking her head, she turned away, having endured enough humiliation for one afternoon. "I have to go, anyway."
"Hannah ... wait." Roby lightly grasped her arm, and all her determined forward momentum sent her spinning back around. Suddenly, just like that, they were facing each other, barely an inch apart.
She lifted her eyes to his, uncertain of what she might find there. She had never been this close.
For a moment, neither moved a muscle, or even seemed to breathe. Then his hand came up to cup her face, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheek in a tender caress before gently tilting up her chin. Slowly, tentatively, he bowed his head.
Everything else disappeared, lost to the dizzying rush of anticipation. A brush of lips, so soft and warm. The tip of his tongue, slipping in on the invitation of her sigh. Melting in slow, sweet increments on the delicious slide of sensation, her heart pounded softly, the breathless thrill building.
Finally, he broke away, his husky whisper soothing her trembling lips.
"I am going to kiss you, Hannah. Just like that, every day."