Kiss Me, I Dare You...

Friday, September 10, 2010
What did he mean I owed him? What did he expect to get? My V- card. Sorry to burst your bubble buddy, that wasn’t going to happen. I focused on his eyes again. They weren’t the soft, delicate, lovely, eyes I remembered when he first sat next to me in English. They were hard, menacing, and something else I couldn’t quite put my finger on. What was it that I saw? Was it passion? Before I could clarify all of his emotions, he grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled my body toward him. He held it tightly. So, tightly, that there was no way I could escape. I was wondering if he could sense the fear that was flowing through my veins. It was sneaking up on me, chilling me to the bone. Then he pulled me closer, tilted my head to the side, and that was when he kissed me. The kiss wasn’t soft, loving, or sweet. It was hungry and ferocious. And it startled me. It startled me so much, I pulled out of it, threw my hand back and slapped him across the face.

Excerpt from A Whisper To A Scream.


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