Christine Rains and Cecilia Roberts decided to do a blog hop and contest of kissing scenes in no more than 250 words. Now, I’m not a romance writer, but what’s a story without some kind of love aspect? A subplot of my work in progress has to deal with a gay Christian. Here’s the 249-word scene from Anticipating Dawn:
Not letting go, Gent held onto Harrison’s hand, longing to remember the rough ridges of his palm and the smooth and pronounced veins and tendons on the back of his hand. “I had a great time tonight…. Your roommates are cool.” From the outer hallway, he stared passed Harrison into the apartment.
“Yes, they are. But I was glad when they left.” Harrison let go of Gent’s hand.
Gent immediately felt chilly. He looked up to Harrison and said, “Me too.”
The door opened wider and Harrison stepped out into the hallway. He slipped his arms through Gent’s, wrapped them around his waist and held him close. Slowly, he slid his cheek against Gent’s and gave him a slight kiss.
“I think that kiss was fine,” Harrison whispered. He pulled his head back, brushing his cheek against Gent’s and found Gent’s lips. He pressed softly at first, and harder when lips parted and tongues met.
They released and backed away, hands holding.
“Harrison…” Gent felt flushed and could say no more.
“I’m sorry. Kind of.” Looking into his eyes, Harrison added, “I’m falling so in love with you, but I won’t do that again. I did not get an okay from God for that.” He smiled and refrained himself from holding Gent close again. He was glad that Gent was also smiling.
“Neither did I,” Gent said, and turned to leave, his heart drumming in his ears and his tongue lingering on the taste and feel of Harrison’s mouth.
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