As the holiday for lovers
is fast approaching I thought I would do a post in relation.
The following short scene
is from my novel, Regions of Passion, and involves a boy and a girl sharing
their first kiss. I do hope it inspires
you, or at least makes you feel warm and fuzzy for a few minutes.
Happy Valentines Day,
everyone. You set the table and I’ll
pour the wine.
Ingrid
offered him coffee after the two of them were alone. There was also a box of plain donuts next to
the mirror. Scott accepted both. He found that he was ravenously hungry, and
had to force himself to eat with some modicum of manners while in the presence
of a lady. He filled the spaces in
between bites with the story of how Lisa had gotten him out of the police
station. Ingrid was fazed by none of it. She was back in her sitting position on the
bed, her legs crossed, her fingers spread on the mattress.
When
Scott was done with all three of his courses--coffee, donuts, and story--she
asked if he wanted a shower. That
welcoming smile, he noticed, was still on her face, but it had softened a
little, and her eyes were shining in the light as if the mind behind them had
discovered a dream that pleased her.
There
was a new toothbrush in a holder under the mirror, as well as a small shaving
kit. With the shower done and a towel
around his waist, Scott cleaned his teeth, and had his hand on the razor when
Ingrid appeared in the doorway behind him.
"I
forbid you to do that," she purred.
"What,
shave?"
"Save
the stubble, Mr. Johnson. It's for a
good cause."
Scott
looked back at himself in the mirror.
"It's getting to be a bit more than stubble I think."
"No. Let me see."
She
came to him. Her hand, small and soft,
rose to touch his face. A scent of
lavender wafted from her hair. Her
fingers traced down his cheek to his chin.
"It's
okay, Scott. Just right."
"In
that case I'm glad you caught me in time."
"I
caught you two years ago, didn't I?"
Her finger touched his lower lip and slid gently across it. "Say it again," she whispered. "Please."
Scott
raised his hand to touch her face in return, brushing away a lock of brown
hair. Her skin felt smooth,
delicate. "What do you want me to
say," he whispered back.
"I
love you."
These
words had never been a problem for him.
Ingrid would always be worth the bravery it took. He moved closer, putting his other hand on
her cheek, so that her face was fully cradled when he said: "I love you, Ingrid."
It
made her beam with joy. A tiny breath of
air slipped from her lungs. Scott had
never seen her smile with such abandon.
It suited her, like a ray of nourishing sunlight over a garden long
rained upon. Her cheeks turned red under
his fingers. She let out another breath,
this one more of a laugh.
"You're
blushing," he teased.
"Can
I hear it one more time?"
"You
can hear it as many times as you like. I
love you, Ingrid."
A
second, delighted little laugh came. She
stood on tip-toe…
And Scott pressed his lips to hers, kissing her for the very first
time. His hands moved back through her
hair, making their way down to her waist.
Ingrid responded by opening her fingers over his shoulder-blades, while
her soft lips continued to drink the kiss in.
A sudden burst of sweet breath plumed from her nose, followed by a long
gasp. Scott, still holding his own
breath, cautiously reached beneath the hem of her pajama top to caress the
small of her back. Ingrid went with it,
arching her spine. Her fingers found the
front of his bare chest and began to rake with the nails. But as they ventured towards his naval they
suddenly froze and retreated with some abruptness, as if in fear of discovery. Except that they weren't afraid at all. Rather than moderate her advances, Ingrid
arched an eyebrow up at him, and began to unbutton her top...
Tag Cavello is a novelist and short-story writer.
Download his stories (for free!) here and here
Download his novel, Regions of Passion, for only five good American dollars from these same web addresses!
Cheers!
