Something new I just came across is ‘That’s YAmore Blogfest’. Starting today, this site is inviting YA writers to post ‘250 romantic, swoon-worthy words’ from their YA story. You will notice that, below the link picture, I have added a segment from ‘Spirit Quest’.
As the storm blasted away, the rain coursed off the waterproofed hide, pooling around the outer edges until water began seeping through cracks where the hides did not seal off the ground. A rivulet found the bareness of my leg, causing me to shiver.
Bear swivelled around so that we were practically nose-to-nose.
“Come closer. I’ll keep you warm.”
“I’ll bet you will,” I retorted, biting my lip when I felt him recoil. “I’m sorry. That was uncalled-for.”
Trying not to bump my arm, I wiggled over to him. I heard Bear adjust his body to snuggle up to me. As self-conscious as I felt about Bear’s proximity, I consoled myself by saying it was necessary, that people had to do things in extreme circumstances and these were certainly extreme. Soon, the heat from his body penetrated the chill of my bones, until bubbles of perspiration beaded up on my skin.
It didn’t help that Bear had taken it upon himself to wipe the sweat off me. His touch was as electrifying as the lightning that flashed down from the sky, causing tiny tingles to run the length of my spine. He blew gently, cooling my skin, alerting every nerve ending in my body. I was glad it was too dark for him to see my face. I felt as though I must be blushing from the tip of my nose to the ends of my toes.
“You can stop now,” I said. “I’m not scared anymore.”
“Just let me hold you,” he said. “I promise to do nothing more.”
“All right,” I agreed and nestled into the crook of his arm.
I soon relaxed, finding comfort in Bear’s embrace.