Swoon Thursday is a weekly meme hosted by YA Bound
Here’s what you do:
From the book you’re currently reading, or one you just finished, tell me what made you swoon. What got your heart pounding, your skin tingling, and your stomach fluttering. Shout it out on Twitter with the hashtag #YABOUND, post it here in the comments and grab the button above and share it on your blog.
Here’s my pick for this week:
He placed his palms on her cheeks as he had that night so long ago when she returned
from the bus station. He pressed his lips against hers and was shocked by the familiarity of her after so many years, as if the part of his brain wired for Violet was suddenly tripped like a circuit breaker, turned on, alive.
To his everlasting gratitude, she stepped toward him, not away, and whether it was
deliberate or unintentional, he didn’t care. She flattened her hands on his chest as he parted the seam of her lips with his tongue, tasting the lip gloss he had noticed before. Cherries or strawberries or some other -erries, it was light and sweet, but the inside of her mouth tasted better. Tasted familiar, like College Violet, like the girl he’d loved. His tongue found hers, lightly touching, then swirling around it, as his hands slid from her face, over the contours of her neck to her shoulders, down her shoulder blades to the small of her back, where he locked his fingers, pulling her away from the door, closer to him.
This was exactly how it had felt that weekend, only they were both older now, more
experienced, more mature. He’d been a boy kissing a girl that weekend, and tonight he was a man kissing a woman. His whole body responded to having her back in his arms, tightening, hardening, wanting more from her, more from this woman who had haunted his dreams for way too long.
Playing for Love at Deep Haven releases January 10
So now it is your turn! Leave your link in the comments and don’t forget to tweet with the #YABound hashtag so we can RT!