That's YAmore blogfest, hosted by the lovely gals over at Oasis for YA. I apologize for not posting this earlier. I didn't get to finish it yesterday so please forgive the roughness. This is a project I just started and I'm still working out the kinks. I can't wait to read the other entries. Oh and as usual I broke the rules and went over the word count...sorry. **holds head down in shame**
Graham pulled me into the closet. Temporary blindness set in as my eyes adjusted to the darkness.
I yanked my wrist from his grasp. “Let go of me.”
“You’re really going through with this?” His voice quivered, slightly.
The small round window at the ceiling let in just enough moonlight to create a glow around Graham’s head. “Yeah. I thought you left.” I smoothed the satin on my ball gown.
“I almost did, till I realized you were staying.” I could see the whites of his eyes. He wasn’t going to make me change my mind.
“Well, I’m staying.” I could smell the remnants of his spearmint gum.
“What about your parents, you have a life.”
“My parents only care about my brother. He’s going to be a doctor…I’m barely passing English. Who do you think they love better?”
“They love you.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “You get whatever you want.” His head cocked to the side. “You don’t want to be this. It’s not you.”
“What do you care? You have her. You never wanted to see me again, remember?” My heart took on an angry beat, and a tear formed in the corner of my eye. “Give me one good reason to go back with you.”
He stepped closer to me. I took a step back. Some of his black hair fell over his left eye. “Because… I love you.” My stomach sank to the floor; every part of me went numb. Mixed feelings left my side in a cramp. My back met the wall. His finger twisted a lock of my hair just like he used to when we were together. Heat rose between us and his nose brushed mine.
“Stop.” I whispered.
“You don’t mean that.” I could barely hear his words as his lips touched mine. Cool fire raced through me as the kiss deepened. I couldn’t stop. My feelings for him rushed back, swirling through me. He ran his fingers through my hair undoing all the pins that held it in place. He snaked his other hand around my waist, pulling me to him. I ran my fingers up his arms, tracing each muscle.
The door flew open. Bright light sliced through our comfortable darkness.
“Rowen?” I tried to catch my breath.
Rowen’s jaw clenched as he swallowed. “Seize him.”
There you go. **stomach turning** Two posts in one day. Whew! Have a great weekend! Happy Valentine's Day!