lolled against Bianca, aware of her distinctive raspberry scent enveloping me.
My laughter caught in my throat, and I had trouble breathing through it. I
looked up at her, watching the way the streetlights played across her features.
With her head thrown back, her throat was long and white, and I was overcome
with a sudden desire to touch it.
didn’t say a word, but she seemed to hear my thoughts. Her laughter quieted,
and she turned to look at me, her eyes glittering in the sodium glow. For a
long time we stood there, eyes locked, the warm breeze wafting across our skin.
bent her head, and her lips settled upon mine. They were warm and soft,
slippery with lipstick. I shivered and pressed my own lips hungrily against
hers. Her mouth opened a little, and I followed, admitting her inquisitive
tongue. It tickled mine, darting in and out, waltzing across my taste buds. The
flavor of wine, exotic and sour at the same time, flooded my mouth.
heart beat a rapid tattoo through my chest. This was wrong. I should not be
doing this. But I remained mesmerized, nerves I’d never noticed before singing
songs of ecstasy along my spine. Kissing Jesse had been nothing like this.
pulled away, slowly, as if surfacing from a dive. She licked her lips, smiling
in satisfaction. Her lipstick, smeared now, blurred her mouth into something
unrecognizable. I ran my tongue across my lips and tasted her there, spikes of
electricity igniting in my belly. This was better than I could have imagined.
she breathed. “You’re good.”
I?” I reached for her again, wanting nothing but her mouth on mine once more.
you are.” She pushed me against the wall, and I lost myself in her kisses.
held no meaning. It could have been seconds or forever before I drew back.
Nothing so good could be wrong, yet my stomach writhed with guilt. “I…I should
get home.” My voice was unsteady.
glanced up at the star-speckled sky and nodded. “Yeah. Me too.”
felt completely natural when, as we walked toward the bus stop two blocks away,
she slipped her hand into mine.
About The Author
Having spent a lifetime travelling the globe, Kate Larkindale is currently residing in Wellington, New Zealand. A marketing executive, film reviewer and mother, she’s surprised she finds any time to write, but doesn’t sleep much. As a result, she can usually be found hanging out near the espresso machine.
Her short stories have appeared in Halfway Down The Stairs, A Fly in Amber, Daily Flash Anthology, The Barrier Islands Review, Everyday Fiction, Death Rattle, Drastic Measures, Cutlass & Musketand Residential Aliens, among others.
She has written eight contemporary YA novels, five of which other people are allowed to see. She has also written one very bad historical romance which will likely never see the light of day. She is currently ghostwriting an autobiography while waiting to see which of her many YA novel ideas gels to the point it might become a new book.