After the roaring success of my WWW guest post by Lizzi Rogers of Considerings (you can read that post here) a challenge was set before me. Lizzi and a handful of other bloggers dared me to write a chapter out of a romance novel, IF I was ever to write one. When I was younger, I tried my hand at that genre and failed miserably. I think I'm a little better at it now, but don't be looking for any romance novels from me. I prefer writing about the humor found in everyday life.
In honor of Valentine's Day, I give you A Little Romance:
She knew what was at risk, but she couldn't stop herself from hiking up the snowy path that led to his cabin. He was an artist; moody and reclusive, yet she was drawn to him for reasons she couldn't understand. What had started as a flutter of attraction when they first met quickly turned into something far deeper and frightening than she was willing to admit.
Her heart thudded in her chest when his cabin came into view. She paused and breathed deep the scent of pine and smoke. Snow fell from the bruised, December sky and covered the trees in sleeves of ice. She closed her eyes against the stinging, cold air and visualized his rugged handsomeness: the small brackets on either side of his sensual mouth, hair black as a raven's wing and dark, obsidian eyes---the sadness behind them creating a deep ache she couldn't explain.
There was no turning back now. The cabin was only a few feet away from where she stood. A thin trail of smoke spiraled up from the chimney and formed ghosts that snagged on the lacy branches sheltering his home. She imagined him inside, at his easel, tapered fingers stained from the charcoals he'd used to sketch her face a dozen times. She understood that he was incapable of putting into words what he felt. He drew his emotions on a blank canvas to guard his heart from the thorns of broken promises.
The frigid wind swirled around her, splinters of ice glistening at her feet. She hesitated once more before stepping up to the porch. The door suddenly swung open and their eyes met, heat flaring between them. The sight of him stole her breath, her pulse drumming in her throat as his name left her lips in the form of a sigh. He pulled her into his warm embrace and she nestled against him, his heart beating like a humming bird's wing beneath her finger tips.
Melding his lips to hers, she felt desire uncoiling inside her and pressed against him. He lifted a trembling hand to her cheek and brushed back the damp strands of hair that clung to her face. She shivered with anticipation, aware of what was about to happen.
Without a word, he lifted her into his arms and carried her into the cabin. He stripped away all her insecurities and fears one layer at a time, stirring the sleeping fragments of love. His trust was the balm that mended the broken pieces of her heart.
She knew in that instant when his soul slipped into hers, that the course of her life would be forever changed.
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