First Fight/First Kiss Part 2

Time for Round 2 of the First Fight, First Kiss blogfest hosted by Danielle and Jackie! Today, I will be showing you the first kiss scene from my CampNaNo novel! To read the first fight scene - click here. The first post was written from Jesse's POV, but for this one, we we're in Isabelle's. :D Also, don't forget this is still a first draft, so it's a little rough around the edges. ;)

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My heart started to beat faster as he put his hand up to my cheek. It made me feel so safe when he did that. Like he was telling me that there was nowhere else he wanted to be, and that nothing could ever hurt me while he was around. Very slowly, he began to lean in towards me. I so badly wanted him to kiss me, I could practically taste him, but panic surged through me and I pulled away.

He froze, his hand still in the air where, just a second before, it had been stroking my cheek. It would have been funny if I hadn’t been so embarrassed for freaking out.

“I’m sorry,” he said, stepping back. “Too fast.”

I shook my head. “No. It’s not … it wasn’t. I just … Jesse, when I said guys don’t normally notice me, I wasn’t lying.”

I didn’t want to have to say it out loud. My name’s Isabelle, I’m seventeen years old and nobody has ever kissed me before. Ever. If that didn’t make him see how lame I was, nothing would. Jesse’s eyes widened as understanding seeped into his brain.

“Wow,” he said, staring at me as if I’d just told him I was from Mars. I thought he’d be surprised, not horrified. So much for him making me feel safe. I glared at him because there weren’t enough words to explain how much of an idiot his look had made me feel. I turned to walk away, but he sped around in front of me, blocking my way.

“Wait.”

“Why? So you can keep staring at me like I’m some kind of alien species?”

Jesse took my hands in his. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to look at you that way, but … Isabelle, you’re so freakin’ cute, I don’t understand how nobody has ever kissed you before.”

I didn’t know whether to be annoyed with him for saying it and making my embarrassment worse, or throw myself into his arms for being so sweet. So I didn’t move. I just let him hold my hands for a bit longer.

“We can just slow down if you want,” he said. “There’s no pressure.”

It’s just a kiss, it’s not a big deal!

But it was a big deal. I’d waited this long for my first kiss, and the longer I waited, the more of a big deal it had become. Why hadn’t I just got it over with during a game of Spin The Bottle when I was thirteen like everyone else? Now it held so much significance, it had to be perfect. I’d never felt half as much for anyone as I was beginning to feel for Jesse, and in a way, that made it scarier. What if I disappointed him?

“Let’s just go home,” Jesse said, squeezing my hands. “We’ll eat, and hang out with your family and we can go out again another time.”

“No,” I said, even though I hadn’t quite thought it through properly. He didn’t move, I think he was afraid he might scare me away again. It was a valid concern. As sure as I was that I wanted to kiss him – God, I wanted to kiss him – I didn’t know if I could trust myself not to flip out again.

“You’re making me nervous,” he said.

“Me?” I laughed. “How?”

“I just … this is a big thing. You just have a million expectations of how this should be, and I don’t want to ruin them.”

Silly me. I hadn’t even considered that Jesse was under pressure too. Or at least that he might feel as though it was pressure. If he was a rubbish kisser, how would I know? It’s not like I had anything to compare it to.

“Could we try again now, please?” I asked. “I’m ready.”

His fear had helped calm my own, and this time it was me who reached for him. His waist was firm. Lean, but muscly and I couldn’t help but wonder how he’d look with his shirt off. I imagined a perfect six pack underneath his blue t-shirt, and I allowed myself an internal swoon at the idea of it.

Calm down! You haven’t even kissed yet, and you’re already undressing him in your mind!

I was pleased Jesse couldn’t read my thoughts as he slipped his arms around me again.

“Are you sure?” he asked, looking down at me with concern in his green eyes.

I nodded, even though my heart was banging so hard, I thought it might leap right out of my chest.

Jesse smiled, and this time when he leaned in, I didn’t run away. My eyes closed, and as his lips lightly touched mine, everything else around me faded away. I couldn’t hear the cars, or feel the cold. I could only feel him, warming me with his kiss. 

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Huge thanks to Danielle and Jackie for hosting this hop, it's been brilliant! :D If I don't get to your posts today, I promise to do so tomorrow - I am just a little swamped with final (and when I say final, I really mean it this time lol) edits for Game On!

P.S BIG NEWS ALERT! My cover for Game On is ready and I will be revealing it tomorrow!!