Kissing Day Blogfest!!

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It's Monday, December 21st and you know what that means! Yes , but besides it being four days away from Christmas, it's
the Official Kissing Day Blogfest!

Curious? Confused? Want to know more? Check out Sherrinda's blog for details.
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I confess, it took me forever to decide on a kissing scene, because quite frankly...I thought they all stunk. LOL! And I also realized my characters don't kiss much.

But this kissing scene is from my future Avalon romance Georgie on His Mind.
(Keep in mind this is unedited)

Here's the set-up: My heroine Georgie is finding living with her overprotective brother Brad a bit stifling. In this scene she is out at dinner with her brother's best friend Walt (also our hero) where she drops an unsettling "bomb" which eventually leads to a kiss. :)

Kissing Scene:
Georgie’s shoulders slumped as she thought about Walt’s statement. She knew she was lucky to have such a great brother. With her parents gone, she would always have someone looking out for her, caring about her. But weren’t there limits to how stifling love could be?

Walt let out a laugh. “You don’t look as though you feel very lucky.”

She blinked up at him. “Oh, no, I know I’m lucky. Really. It’s just that Mom and Dad always watched over me because I was the baby in the family, and, well, now Brad has been treating me as though I haven’t shed the infant clothes. I think I need a little break from all this love I’ve been given. A little breathing room.”

“Oh?” Walt picked up his coffee and casually took another sip. “What do you mean by breathing room?”

“Well, I want to be free to do what I want. See who I want to see. At this point in my life I’m not interested in marriage—or dating someone who’s ‘good for me’ as Brad would say. I just want to have a little fun. You know, maybe have a fling, or something.”

Walt’s expression suddenly sobered. “A fling? You want a fling?”

Walt’s tone stirred up her defensiveness. She already knew where this conversation was headed—he obviously didn’t approve. Maybe “fling” wasn’t the best noun choice, but just the thought of forming any serious attachment made her stomach muscles tense.

“Yeah. That’s right.” She thrust her chin up and looked him square in the eye. “A fling. What do you think about that?”

He didn’t answer right away. His jaw clenched as he took out his wallet and tossed a handful of twenties on the table. “I think we should go before I say something that’ll spoil this evening. That’s what I think.” He stood and without sparing her another glance, stormed toward the front door.

Georgie snatched up her purse and waved a good-bye across the restaurant to Kendall and Dee as she scurried after him. “Wait!” she called once she got outside, but he continued to stomp out into the parking lot, heading straight for his car. “Wait! I knew it. I knew you’d think like Brad. But you don’t understand.”

Walt finally stopped beside his black SUV and whipped around, the expression on his face looking stonier than Mount Rushmore. “Oh, I understand all right. I understand perfectly. You want a no strings attached relationship instead of trying to find a nice man to get married and have babies with. Well, let me tell you this: women like you aren’t supposed to want flings. It’s wrong. It’s not supposed to be in your nature. So just—” He looked up at the night sky and raked his hands through his spiky hair. “I can’t believe I’m even having a conversation like this with you! Just what kind of woman are you?”

She drew herself up straight. “I’m a perfectly normal modern woman. Welcome to the twenty-first century. A simple fling is all I’m looking for at this point in my life. That’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Oh, is that right?” Walt took a menacing step toward her, his face suddenly inches from hers. She felt her breath being sucked from her lungs as she looked up and saw his eyes lit with a frightening combination of anger and frustration and… desire.

He put his arms around her and pulled her to his chest. “Well, all right,” he said, low and husky, “if you’re looking for a fling, then maybe you should go and have yourself one.”

Before her mind could wrap around what was happening, his mouth came down on hers. And it was bliss. Her purse slipped through her hands and she went limp, allowing her body to melt into his. His chest was hard and warm, and felt so good against the contrast of the cool evening night surrounding them. She had wanted to kiss him like this, wanted to know what it would be like, but never in a million years had she thought kissing Walt Somers would be this good.

She smelled the piney scent of his cologne and felt the beating of his heart. She slid her arms around his neck and played with the ends of his fine hair as she explored more of his mouth, enjoying its unique taste and the softness of his lips. Then suddenly, Walt jerked his head back, holding her at arms length.
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And that's all, folks. :)

Now pass the mistletoe!

Are you posting a scene, too?