TITLE: STEAM ANGEL
GENRE: YA Science Fiction
Beside Archer's bed stood a girl, tall, naked and still as a statue. Her dark skin glowed in the stripes of white moonlight slashing in through the window blinds. Curtains of thick black hair hung over her shoulders. Moving his gaze over the curves of her body to her face, Archer locked onto her eyes. As dark as the rest of her, they trapped him in their hunger, thirst and wild curiosity.
She couldn’t be real. At least that’s what he told himself. She was his imagination on overdrive. If you want something bad enough you’ll either get it or fabricate it in your mind so you don’t go crazy. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen a naked girl. Well, in person it was, but he had seen his brother’s poorly hidden magazines hundreds of times.
Archer laid his book on the nightstand. His sweaty hands gripped his blankets to his chest where his heart attempted to break its way out. Along with the stirrings from his body that he anticipated in the presence of a naked girl, he was surprised at his physical response of shallow breathing and a hammering heart that he identified as panic.
It was his mind that turned traitor, finally catching on to the situation and frantically running in circles, causing him to think instead of act. Who was this girl? What did she want? Should he yell? No, he wouldn’t yell. He was sixteen, not ten, sixteen with a naked goddess standing mere inches away looking down at him. He had to seize this opportunity. It would likely be the only one he would ever get.