Unidentified Snippet

Every once in a while, I like to post a small, no-context chunk of one of the things I’m working on, just to mix things up. This is unedited, and there’s no guarantee this will end up in the final version, but it’s fun to share in any case. Enjoy!

The second her lips pressed against his, all intention of slow and sweet, and we’re-in-public-polite vanished.
With a breath, her arms were around him and his hand was firm on the side of her jaw; his fingertips were in her short dark hair, her fingernails biting through his t-shirt into his back.
Her lips tasted like bubble gum and mint.

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Elle Beauregard writes stories where magic is real, and women win. Some of her stories include girls who kiss girls, and boys who kiss boys. She lives in the Pacific Northwest where she shares a mid-century rambler with "The Hubby," and "The Kiddos." Her weaknesses include coffee, planners, and jewelry--though not always in that order. View all posts by ellebeauregard