fiction friday 48: a walk in the city. (take 2)

fiction friday.

This is a repost from September 2015.

A modified scene from a longer [unfinished] story I wrote when I was in high school.

“You’re blushing.”

“I am not.”

“Yes… you are…” He stopped suddenly, almost causing a pile-up of pedestrians behind them on the sidewalk. With his hands on her shoulders, he turned her to face the shop window beside them. “See… blushing.”

She stared into the window but not at her own reflection. She looked at his mirrored face in the glass. And he looked at hers.

“You are blushing.”

She took a deep breath and spun around. The way he smiled at her – the smile she could see in his eyes – melted her insides. He gently pushed the hair from her eyes and tucked it behind her ear. Slowly, he leaned closer to her and took her face in his hands. Her heart pounded furiously. She desperately wanted to stop being afraid, but logic screamed inside her head.

It will never work. We are simply not possible. God, he is so close to me. He smells like coffee and heaven. Why can’t I just let go?

Already hating herself for it, she let her head win. “I don’t think I’m really blushing… It must be the sun or…”



With his mouth barely a breath from hers, he spoke in a whisper. “No more talking.”

He knew she was scared, but he couldn’t hold back for one more second. His barely-parted lips touched hers gently, as if asking permission for more. When she lifted her hands to his chest and grasped the collar of his jacket, he had his answer. He pulled her head closer, and when her lips parted for a breath, he snuck his tongue between them.

She heard his little moan escape from his mouth into hers. And she needed to hear it again. She took control, teasing his lips with her tongue and her teeth. When he moaned again, deeper than before, she lost a tiny sound of her own. Their tongues tasted and tangled, every touch mixed with tiny gasps for air. Her fear magically disappeared. Everything disappeared. The entire city around them – car engines and horns, people rushing up and down the sidewalk, the rumble of subway trains below – all of it – gone.

Hearts racing madly, their mouths finally parted. He still held her face in his hands as he gently leaned his forehead against hers. Their panting breaths mingled in the tiny space between them.

“Oh god,” she whispered, unable to say anything more.

His thumbs ran slowly over her warm cheeks. “You are definitely blushing.” He pulled her mouth back to his for sweet little kisses.

“I might believe you now,” she conceded. “Should I look in the window?”

“No.” He smiled and ran a finger along her lips. “Was that okay?”

“Yes… definitely okay.”

“My god, I didn’t think you were ever going to let me kiss you.”

“But I’ve wanted it the whole time.”

“Does that mean I can do it again?”


blue hearts.
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About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Italy, but she would settle for a non-oceanfront home in Italy, too. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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31 Responses to fiction friday 48: a walk in the city. (take 2)

  1. VictoryInTrouble says:

    Aww, what a delicious first kiss! You’ve been writing like this since high school? That’s awesome.

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  2. dcp65 says:

    I have just been taken back (way too many!) years
    Feel breathless all over again
    Lovely writing … whatever happened to him?!

    (Don’t say ‘dear reader, I married him’!!)

    Well done … loving the archive

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  3. Marquessa says:

    So. So. Sweet!💕💕💕💕

    Liked by 1 person

  4. *le sigh* I’m pretty sure that’s French for ohhhhhh…

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  5. Meg Sorick says:

    Oh this is sooooooo sweet! You captured the magic of a first kiss (provided it was perfect) LOL! I can’t actually remember mine. I remember the first good one I had though… 😍

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  6. mandibelle16 says:

    Wonderful Sandra! I’m hooked! Hope we get more scenes from this. Also I wanted to ask you if you had any luck with a job search? You’re an excellent writer and I’ve had some luck on a site callled Enter your resume, schooling, even your experience blogging, and you can do up proposals for different companies asking for writing. Then they can decide if they want to respond to your proposal. I’ve had a luck, as I’ve said, so give it a try. Some things may sound harder than they actually are 🙂 Goid luck and great fiction!

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    • Thank you, Mandi! My job search is going pretty much nowhere. I went to that site and had a quick look around. I’m going to look further into it when I have a moment. Thank you SO much for the suggestion — it looks like there are a lot of possibilities there.

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  7. So. Wonderful. Love your bits of writing, and you obviously enjoy writing, so keep moving forward. Definitely take Mandi’s advice. Do it. 😀

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  8. Miriam says:

    Oh, that was absolutely gorgeous Sandra, I hope you continue with it. I read Mandi’s comment too and I really hope something comes of it. Good luck!

    Liked by 1 person

  9. Lennon Carlyle says:

    What the???? Wow….you are massively talented! Your words put us right there and make us feel….outstanding work!

    Liked by 1 person

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