I do love a good kissing scene, but I love writing almost kissing scenes. I do love to torture my characters romantically. So here is a bit from my previous wip. I've had to adapt it a little bit for length, but the no kiss action is in there.
“Ava,” he said, voice gruff. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t help you.” His voice softened.
As he edged closer, my heart beat like a Hummingbird’s wings. So loud it was as if the whole world would hear. He brushed my hair behind my ear. My skin sizzled as his index finger traced my cheekbone, his thumb sliding along my jaw line, to my lips. I glanced away, desperate to escape the hypnotizing effect he had over me.
He caught my chin with the tip of his fingers and reconnected our gaze. His blue eyes locked on mine.
“I…” The words stuck in my throat, now dry as the Sahara, while he traced the curve of my bottom lip. “I didn’t think-”
“I cared?” He said. “Of course I care. Why do you think I’ve been watching out for you?”
“Is that what it was? I thought you were being a pain in my ass.” I shrugged, a mocking smile on the corner of my lips.
“You really have no idea how I feel about you, do you?”
How was I supposed to know? This was all new to me. Besides, he’d hardly been obvious in his attentions to me. Maybe if he’d worn a neon sign. But he’d been an ass.
“I kept trying to talk to you, but it always came out…wrong or you were pre-occupied” he sighed. “Then C.J asked me to look out for you and I saw it as a second chance. Call it my Darcy moment,” he smiled. "I just, I don’t understand what you’re scared of.”
I was mute. What am I scared of?
I’d denied my feelings and distanced myself since the day I first met him. Hating him was a better option than caring for him. But everything had changed.
Jackson leaned forward, his Colgate fresh breath on my skin.
“Jackson, I…” The words choked me. “I think we need to stay focused.”
Now I'm off to read some of the other entries. Mwah!