Kissing Scene Competition

This is my entry for the Kissing Scene Competition put on by the awesomeness that is Cupid’sLiterary Connection. Also, my entry is up over there (#114) for Blind Speed Dating Round #4 if you want to check it out. :)

Update: I made it into the agent round!!! Yay!

A little info to get you started: Seventeen-year-old Olivia has been dreaming of the boy she calls her angel since her fifteenth birthday, but she’s never met him in the real world. In fact, she believes he’s a figment of her imagination. This is the end of their dream—it’s always the same—the last time she has it before she wakes up and finds out he’s not only real, but he’s responsible for her mom’s death.

Here we go… :)

*****

“Okay, Olivia.” He kissed each of my eyelids. “Open them.”

At first, all I could see was his face, beaming down at me. I had to tear my gaze from his to look around.

A seemingly endless field of glowing flowers stretched in every direction. The large, seven-petal blossoms shifted in the breeze. Their luminosity changed depending on the angle, making it clear they weren’t actually glowing, but reflecting the moonlight. It gave the illusion we stood, waist deep, in the middle of a glistening sea.

“Well?” A nervous smile played at his lips. “Disappointed?”

“Are you kidding?” I laughed and turned to stare at the breathtaking scene. “This might be the most beautiful place in the universe.”

He rested a hand on my hip, his breath a warm caress on my neck. “You would know better than anyone.”

I’d yet to figure out what he meant by that, but I couldn’t make myself care. Not with him so close. I twisted around to face him, and his hand slid from my hip to my back, his fingers slipping under the hem of my shirt and brushing my skin. He pulled me tight against him, closer than I’d ever been to any boy. Coherent thought became impossible, and I said the first thing that popped into my head.

“Is this Heaven?”

He laughed, his eyes shining in the light from the two moons overhead. “You’re messing with me, right…? Okay. I’ll play. No, it’s not Heaven, but sometimes, it feels that way, especially with you here.”

My hands tangled in his hair, drawing his face closer.

“I wish you could stay,” he said and pressed his lips to mine in a soft but lingering kiss. Heat poured into me wherever our skin touched.

I wanted to stay, more than anything, but I knew I couldn’t. The feeling of being watched sprang up behind me and I knew it was time. I pressed closer, trying to feel all of him before it ended. He moved his mouth to my ear.

“See you soon,” he whispered, and the world faded away.