Swoon Thursday is a meme hosted by YABound.
From the book you’re currently reading, or one you just finished, tell us what made you SWOON. What got your heart pounding, your skin tingling, and your stomach fluttering.
Today, I am spotlighting On an Edge of Glass by Autumn Doughton. I just finished this book and it was so, so good! I can't wait to read some other books by Autumn Doughon! And now, on to the swoon:
I answer quickly before I can think about it too much. "Photography. I care about taking pictures."
I'm walking again and Ben takes two quick steps to catch up. He reaches for my arm and pulls me to a stop beside him.
"Pictures of what?" His fingers glide down my skin until they are resting against my palm.
I shrug, keeping up the pretense that my insides aren't turning to goo from Ben's touch. The reality is that my heart is rioting and I'm a ball of kinetic energy. "Anything really. Faces, landscapes . . ."
Slowly, so that I'm not even sure that he's aware he's doing it, Ben laces his fingers through mine. "Will you show me?"
I shake my head and look down at my brown boots. I let my eyes follow the long jagged cracks in the cement and come back to the epiphany that is our fingers threaded together.
"I don't show anyone," I say breathily.
"Ellie . . ." My name falls so softly from his mouth that it makes me shiver. "I didn't ask if you'd show anyone. I asked if you'd show me your photos."
The expression on his face is so hopeful and open that all the words get garbled in my head. Before I know what I'm doing, I'm nodding. Ben smiles and that dimple makes an appearance again.
Our hands are still clasped together sending jolts of electricity up my arm. We're so close that our shoes are touching and his warm breath stirs the tiny, curling hairs around my face.
What happens next is not something that I plan. It's not something that I even think about. . .
I kiss him.
I stretch up on my toes and softly brush my mouth over his. It's gentle. The first leaves of spring. And for the tiniest moment, Ben is too stunned to move. And the air is still. So still.
Then, he seems to register what's happening and his hands slide to my waist. He release two, tight strained breaths against my mouth, and everything changes. Now I'm not the one doing the kissing.
This is no shy, just-between-friends kiss. This is a kiss unlike any that I've ever had. It's the kiss of a hundred thumping kick drums, a raging earthquake.
Highly recommend this book for YA/NA contemporary fans! It was funny, swoon-worthy and really good! I just read about this book on someone's top books of 2013 but I can't remember who -- thank you so much for the recommendation. I loved this book!!!!!!! Who are you swooning over this week? Link up your Swoon below!