This scene is from my current WIP. It's the first draft. It hasn't been edited, or beta read, and one day it will be MUCH better. For now though, it will have to do because it's the only almost-kissing scene I have and I have no time to improve it. So fair warning, I'm posting this in all of its imperfect glory.
(Oh, and no, the scene doesn't take place underwater like the picture. It was just a great pic that I really wanted to use.)
Maybe I could use what I learned to work in my favor. “You are a Guardian. You have to grant me a wish.”
The side of his mouth lifted in one of his cocky I-know-more-than-you grins. “We grant wishes to humans. You are no longer human.”
Figures. The rules always seemed to work against me. “Don’t you want to know what I would wish for?”
“I’m fairly certain I know.”
“Oh yeah? What would I wish for?”
“To not be a mermaid.”
“No.” My heart felt like it swelled to fill my entire chest. I could do this. I could say it. What’s the worst that could happen? I struggled to say the words louder than a whisper. “I’d wish for you to kiss me.”
His eyes met mine and I fought to breathe steadily. Neither one of us moved. Deep wrinkles appeared at the corner of his eyes. The ones that meant he was thinking hard. Then he looked away and stared at the floor.
I’m such an idiot. What was I thinking saying that to him? Treygan—who had never dated anyone and didn't believe in romance. I huffed out loud and forced a smile. “I was only—” Crap. I couldn’t say the word kidding out loud. “I didn’t really mean—” Nope, that would be a lie too. “This is so embarrassing,” I moaned, covering my face with my hands.
I never heard his footsteps—probably because my heart was beating too loudly. His hand touching mine startled me into looking up. There he was, only a couple inches between us, staring at me with those hypnotic cobalt blue eyes. He placed my hand against his chest then raised his fingers to my cheek and ran his thumb along my lips. Glorious pins and needles pricked and teased the deepest parts of me.
“You are such a mystery to me,” he whispered.
I exhaled shakily. “I don’t mean to be. I’ve never felt like this. Is this a mer thing or…is it because you’re you?”
His eyes darted around as he studied my face. Then he was back, staring at me so intensely I felt like I’d die if he didn’t kiss me. “I don’t know, but it wouldn’t be fair to either of us to wander down a dead-end road.”
He started to pull his hand away but I held it against my face, pressing my lips against his palm. “I don’t care how it ends. I only care about right now. Please, Treygan, kiss me.”
He rested his forehead on mine and we pressed against each other. Me fighting to lift my lips to meet his, and him pushing his mouth further away even as I felt his warm breath against my chin.
“Yara, I care about how it ends. I refuse to break your heart.”
“My heart can handle it.” It felt like a lie. The thought of not spending forever with Treygan was too painful to imagine, but I said it out loud so it must be true. My heart could handle it. My soul, on the other hand, might not.
He pulled away and turned his back to me, running his hands through his blue hair.
My legs shook, fighting to keep me from collapsing to the floor. He refused me. I begged him to kiss me—twice—and he said no. How much more pitiful could I look?
“You may think you want this, Yara, but you don’t. I’m protecting you.”
He turned and looked at me. “What?”
I clenched my teeth together to fight back my tears. “I said get out.”
His confused expression turned to concern or hurt, I couldn’t be sure of which, but it didn’t matter. He stepped towards me and I took two steps back. “Yara, I didn’t mean—”
“Get out! The longer you stand there the more pathetic I feel. Just leave me alone and pretend this never happened.” I was running towards my room before the last words were out of my mouth. After I slammed the door I leaned against it and slid to the floor, letting the built up tears fall where they may.
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