AUTHORS NOTE
This is just a passage from a chapter of a book that I am thinking about writing. I am one of those readers who enjoy really dramatic scenes and I often think about this scene in my head. You are welcome to read this passage and leave comments! If you guys enjoy this passage, I may proceed and write the entire book. I just wanted to know if I should even bother writing this book. (I am not a very good writer)
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I kiss him gently. Just the slightest brush of my lips against his.
His eyes glaze over at mines. They are looking at me but they aren't there.
I rub my thumb against his cheek. "James.." I barely hear myself talk. "Are you alright?"
He continues to look at me. His eyes drop a bit more.
"James?"
This is so strange. I thought we weren't arguing anymore but I feel like we've distanced more than we should have. My chest fills with panic.
"I'm sorry...for everything" I say.
He shakes his head, still not saying a word.
"Are you alright?" I whisper, even though he is only a foot away. My voice is shaky.
This time he nods slowly but only the slightest hint of it.
Then, he slowly lowers me down on my back. He lies on top of me, but rests on his forearms so he doesn't crush me. He presses his lips against mines. I gasp at this sudden kiss but I close my eyes. He kisses me more and more until we kiss for a long time. Our mouths moving together. His tongue touches my lips softly, telling me to part my lips for his entrance.
I moan in between kisses. His hand trails underneath the hem of my shirt. He hesitates before he allows his fingers to trail against my waist. I stop kissing him once I feel his touch. I have never allowed him to touch me underneath my shirt before. His hand trails up to my breast. He cups them gently. I break from the kiss and stare at him. He stares back with urgency. He wants me. I stare at my shirt that outlines his hand, then back at him. His hand lightens but I shake my head. I press my hand against his. Only the fabric is inbetween us. And I squeeze his hand which squeezes my breast.
A small gasp releases from his lips. "Oh?" He is surprised by my sudden allowance.
I think back to the argument we had. It was such a dumb fight. It shouldn't have happened.
I nod to tell him that it's okay. He smiles in response. I giggle a little before pulling his neck towards me, and we kiss again. I lick his lips this time, asking for entrance. Our tongues being dancing. Sometimes in his mouth, sometimes in mine. He releases his lips from mines. His breath is heavy.
The argument is still in my mind for some reason. Maybe it's because it was about this. I think to how angry he looked when I pushed his hand away. His eyes were full of bitterness, but also yearning. He wanted me then, I think. He still wants me now.
I think about the way my voice sounded when I left him a voice message on his cell. My voice was as shaky as it is now. I remember my words clearly. I want us to make love for the first time, and for that to happen, I was us to be in love... We don't need to say the words, but I want to feel love around us. I want to feel you, and want you, and need you, and love you. I want all of you before we do this..
His voice interrupts my thoughts. I realize I must have been motionless for a few minutes. "Selena..." His voice low and husky.
"Mhmm..?" I hold his head below my neck.
