But I wrote this tonight. A whopping 116 words, the beginnings of my revisions to HOTM.
Where it goes, I have no idea.
It wasn't a matter of him kissing her or her kissing him. One second, she was staring into the dark depths of his eyes; the next, his mouth was on hers, and she was lost, melting into his lean form, soaking up the warmth and contact she'd hungered for since he'd walked out of the nondescript hotel room sixteen months before.
He pulled back, sudden anger blazing in his gaze. "No."
An immediate chill filtered through her. Move. Now. She couldn't, though. Her legs refused to work.
"Not this time, Cait." He stepped away with a deliberate motion and ran a thumb over the corner of his mouth. "I'm not letting you suck me in again."
116 words. Wow. Can't wait to see where tomorrow takes me . . . 120? 130? Whoa . . . what if I manage 200?!
I don't think I could stand the excitement.