Well, it's day 2 of the First Fight/First Kiss blogfest hosted by Danielle B. at Entertaining Interests and Jackie at Bouquet of Books.
Once again, the rules:
Once again, the rules:
Post 1 will be on Tuesday, June 12 - Share with us your 1st FIGHT scene on your blog. It can be physical or verbal, fists or magic. Whichever you want to share.
Post 2 will be on Thursday, June 14 - Share with us your 1st KISS scene on your blog. It can be a peck on the cheek or a full fledge kissing session. Whatever you would like to tell us.
This one is much shorter than the other day, but a fun little teaser. :D
I backed away in horror, pushing Ian behind me.
“Nice shot.” Ian took my arm, pulled me out of the room and hustled me down the hall. “When did you take up boxing?”
“Oh my god,” I squeaked, cradling my fist to my chest. “I didn’t mean to…but he called me the C-word. It’s my Kryptonite!” In my book, it was about the filthiest, most disrespectful word you could call a woman. “Oh…oh my god! What if he presses charges?” I tried to swallow back my rising panic.
“And admit he just got his ass beat down by a girl? Not likely.” Ian chuckled. “What the hell were you thinking, coming upstairs with that prick, anyway?”
I yanked my arm away from his and propped my good fist on my hip. “What were you thinking, following me like that?”
“I was looking out for you.”
“I can look after myself!” I cried indignantly.
“Clearly,” he said with a snort, gently lifting my throbbing hand to the light. He eyed it from a moment, assessing the damage, then stroked my knuckles with his fingers.
A smile pulled at my mouth as I watched him. Feeling my irritation slip away, I rose to the tips of my toes and brushed my lips against his. “Thank you.”
I started to pull back, but stilled when Ian’s expression changed. His eyes shifted between mine and I saw something intense flare in his irises. His gaze slowly dropped to my lips and his eyelids lowered. His mouth softened.
My breath hitched. My heart back-flipped and a dizzying current surged from my fingertips to my toes. Holy hell…is he about to…?
Ian’s eyes shot right back up again, and for a fraction of a second, he stared at me like he’d never seen me before.
Then he blinked and swept me up into his arms, spinning me around twice. “You know me,” he said with a slightly strangled laugh. “Gotta look out for my girl.” When he set me down, everything about him was back to normal.
I felt an odd twinge of disappoint that took me completely off guard.
Ian slung his arm around my shoulder and squeezed me to his side. “Come on, slugger, let’s get you some ice for that hand.
Okay, it wasn't a full-on kiss, but they're working up to that. This is a little rough, as I'm still working on it, but I hope you enjoyed.