Kiss Me Already

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This is from my WIP Chance Encounters, a YA contemp about a white girl who's life is hell and the Indian boy who helps her escape it.

She turned to face me. Standing so close to her, with only inches between us, the feelings I had for her for so long, (really since the first time I saw her, though I wasn’t sure of it yet), overtook me.

I don’t know what I was thinking or why I did it, but I did it. I let one arm drape around her face and though she looked up at me eyes locked tightly behind their bars, she made no effort to move away. I became an animal. Before I knew what happened I had her pulled to me, pinned to me. My face crushed to hers. By the time I realized what I had done the kiss absorbed me too deeply to try to pull out of it. Retreat. I let my tongue trace the inside of her mouth one more time before I forced myself to break away.
I released her from my grasp and stepped back to appraise the damage I’d caused. Evey was so timid. I remembered the day things turned around for us was the day I realized she had to make the decisions. I took this one from her and it was a big one. It changed our relationship and I hadn’t even asked her what she thought about it. “I’m sorry, Evey. I don’t know—why—I’m sorry.” She looked up at me like a fawn, big round eyes full of fright not anger.

“Joe?” The way she gasped my name, I could hear the fear in her voice but it was something else too. As she stepped closer to me I saw her hand come up toward my face. Did she plan to slap me? I guess I had to let her if she did. So imagine my surprise when I felt the inside of soft fingers resting against the side of my face, my eye and forehead, then perfectly round nails dig into my scalp as her fingers dug into my hair pulling my head back to her.

She kissed me. Evey kissed me.