And it's all about FIRST KISSES this Tuesday on Romance Weekly.
Now that you've heard it from Jeana E. Mann it's my turn to dish.
Sunsets are made for first kisses, as if nature creates a perfect frame for such a momentous occasion. There I was, hovering on the edge of being a woman, still a bit confused about all these new lumps and lady bits.
The noise of the party followed us into the twilight garden. He took my hand.
My heart pounded.
Please God, don't let my hand be sweaty.
He gently tugged me behind an ancient hibiscus. Vivid red blooms against a verdant green. The raucous call of ibises winging their way home to roost.
The callouses on his palm rubbed against my cheek.
My first kiss. Here it came. My breath caught, my knees grew weak ...
YEAH! Not so much.
Twilight, yes. Party behind us, for sure. As for the garden, I truly can't remember and I am just guessing on the ibises because they always wing their way home on a summer evening in Johannesburg.
My first kiss was a sweaty, confused, awkward bit of fumbling which ended before it had even begun. All that I really can remember clearly is I was not at all certain about the tongue thing. Oh, and he was shorter than me.
But the good news is, I get to write a better one time and time and time again. So, let me share the one I wrote for Sweet Bea.
Let's find out if Victoria Barbour had more luck with her first kiss.