He kissed her. Her mouth tasted like licorice, the cherry kind. It was far more tolerable than the black. The kiss was beyond tolerable.
That was the part that scared him the most.
Trying to pause the moment, he held on to her fingers and refused to let them go. It wasn’t as if she were trying to free herself. That would have made an already delicious and yet seemingly awkward moment far worse.
She was like a sister to him! They hadn’t quite grown up together being separated by a mere four years. But they had spent a lot of time together since he was friends with her older sister.
He blew out a breath and thanked the Lord he’d never dated either of them. Jules was still in the sister-friend zone, but Laney . . .
He loosened his grip on her fingers but still kept her in lingering touch. He studied her face, watched as her dark lashes fanned across the curves of her upper cheeks.
He wondered what she was thinking. He wished he could read her mind.
He wanted to kiss her again. He smiled when she looked him in the eye and kissed him the second time.
*These are my results for Monday’s Muse Writing Prompt May 29th, 2017.
~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!