I’ve only just discovered that today is the Second Annual No Kiss Blogfest. Per blogfest organizer Frankie Diane Mallis:
This is when you get to write a scene or post one from your favorite books, movies, and tv shows that show the almost kiss–the rising, crushing, excruciating, longing, tension that comes from when two characters get oh-so-close to kissing that you can just feel it….and then…they don’t!
Fun! And, well, I’m not sure about excruciating, but … here’s a short late-in-the-day contribution, from the early pages of Faerie Winter:
His fingers brushed mine, and the light touch tingled over my skin. Matthew and I kept each other safe. He was the one person in this town I trusted beyond all doubting.
“See you later, Liza?” A few strands had escaped his blond ponytail. I resisted the urge to brush the hair back from his face, even as I imagined drawing him near enough for our lips to touch as gently as our fingers had. As always, the thought made me feel strangely shy. What if Matthew could read it in my face, as clearly as I could read the angle of his wolf’s ears, the tenor of his bark? What if I acted on it, only to find he didn’t feel the same way?
“Later,” I agreed. I stared at the way his shoulders stretched the fabric of his sweater and at the downy fuzz on his chin and cheeks, which had nothing to do with his shifting and which hadn’t been there when winter began. I’d buried my face against his fur often enough. Why did I hesitate so much more when he was human than when he was a wolf?
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