Boy, its getting hot in here...yet ironically, temps hit record lows

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I am not a romance writer; in fact I’m not even all that romantic of a person. Kissing scenes are something I REALLY struggle with. So I welcome critique in this...in fact I beg for it. (hands and knees here. But don't go getting ideas)

This is a scene that I’ve barely worked on, in fact in the original manuscript it read something like.

Now they kiss (REWRITE LATER)

So here we go:

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“Leni” Damien snapped, grabbing her shoulder and pushing her back against the wall, rougher than he intended “Where are you going?”

“Home,” Leni answered, “let go.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why are you rushing back? He was probably making it up anyway.” Damien lied. Fitzroy had moved ahead with the plan. The next step was to deliver her.

“It’s my home.” Leni answered shrugging.

Damien clenched his jaw. He slipped a finger under the collar of her shirt, pulling the neckline to the side, off her shoulder. “A home that does this to you?” Damien asked, trying to hide his contempt, revealing the long slender scar that ran along her collar bone. “I know a lash mark when I seen one Leni. And this isn’t the only one.”

Leni shoved him, hard. “You don’t understand.”

Damien grabbed her wrist, “A home that makes you wear this, this torture device.” He said, fingering the silver chain around her wrist, as it cut into his finger.

“You don’t understand.” Leni repeated.

“Than explain,”

“What do you care?” Leni shouted at him, ripping her wrist away, shoving him, forcing him to take a step back. “They have kept me alive since I was four. I am fed. I am clothed. I have more—“

“Stop!” Damien yelled, pushing her back against the wall, again. He took a deep controlled breath. His fingers pressed against her shoulders. He felt her skin through the thin blouse, realizing she left her cloak inside, and it was snowing again. It’s a job; he told himself, looking down at her, it’s just another job.

She shuddered, eyes turning down.
“You’re cold” he whispered. She seemed so small. Most of the time, when she was being difficult, Damien could forget how slight she was.

“Damien. I--”she let her voice trail off as he brushed some of her hair out of her eyes, and kissed her forehead.

Damien hesitated, waiting for her to pull away, like always.

Don’t do this, he thought, you’ll crush her.

She bit her lip.

You’re a fool, he told himself, as his hands slid down her back, feeling the slightly raised skin from hundreds of overlapping scars. He tilted his head down, lips brushing against hers. Damien paused, you can still stop, he thought. He waited for her to pull away, or say something, but she didn't. He pressed his lips against hers. Her hands slid across his chest, but she didn’t push away. Stop, he screamed to himself, before it’s too late. But she responded, kissing him back, lips locked together. Moving in sync.

Abruptly she pushed hard against his chest. He lifted his head slightly, touching his forehead to hers. She knows, he thought in a moment of panic, feeling his heart race under her hand.

“I need air.” She whispered.

“Then breath.” He replied. He pulled her towards him again, kissing her. This is beyond redemption, he told himself, not caring.

***

A little explanation about what has happened prior to this scene. Leni just found out the temple she has lived in for most of her life has been banned, all practitioners arrested for hearsay and murder. Any who resisted were killed.

She had been off on a job with Damien, who actually works for the person who ordered the ban.

p.s. I’ll be around to read and comment tonight or Wednesday. I got called off to go edumacate the Youth of America in government and politics…pray for the children. It’s all I ask. Well, you could probably keep me in your thoughts as well. I get 25 High school students for the day. There are two goals, do not loose or kill any students (counts as one rule because killing students is technically loosing them) and hopefully teach them something.

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p.p.p.s I found this picture online and found it oddly perfect for this.