You know how you get the urge to rearrange the furniture or paint a room a dramatically different color? Yeah, that happened with my blog this week.
Same content, different look. (I sound like a food label: “New look, same great taste!”
Anyway, this week’s six are in the same scene in Shrapnel, where Dylan has just had her first kiss … with a ghost. I’ve skipped ahead a bit from last week to get to more “good stuff.”
He kisses me again, stopping my protest with his impossibly warm and soft lips. Can ghosts have warm lips? Because this one sure does. It’s even better than the first time, though the newness still sends sparks through my veins. He kisses the spot where my ear meets my jaw and I make a little sound I’ve never made before. This is—hands down—the most effed-up thing that’s ever happened to me, and that’s saying a lot.
Please be sure to check out the other Six Sunday participants — so many genres and different styles are represented. Have a great week!