Book: The Charlotte Chronicles
Author: Jen Frederick
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: December 11, 2014
Charlotte and Nathan were supposed to be forever. They grew up together. Their families were intertwined. Charlotte was Nathan’s first love. Nathan was Charlotte’s first everything.
Until they weren’t.
How do you hold on to the person you know in your heart you are supposed to be with when everything and everyone in the universe is telling you it’s over?
How many times does a heart break?
When is enough…..enough?
How long is forever?
I’m nervous and excited and I’m trying not to squeal.
He is going to kiss me. His face comes closer, and I lick my lips in anticipation. This is it. This is what I’ve been waiting for my whole short life. This is why I have to keep living so that I can remember this event over and over and over. Slowly his lips brush mine. I want to keep my eyes open, but they are drug down as if there is a string attached to my lips.
“I just want to take things slow. Make them right for you. Do you trust me?”
“We can’t go back. What we have between us,” he waves his finger back and forth, from his chest to mine, “will never be the same. We will have to fight to keep together. No matter what. Will you do that?”
“I will,” I vow.
He bends forward then and presses his mouth against mine again. His arms are shaking with the effort of something, some unknown force either holding him back or pushing him forward. He’s straining with the power of it, but his lips against mine are featherweight, light and without pressure. It’s a hello kiss. It’s a we’re going to get to know each other one new second at a time kiss. It’s endlessly sweet and wonderful, but it’s not enough.
So I grab hold of his wrists and it’s easy to tumble him down, but he turns at the last minute so he’s lying on his side, still kissing me, still telling me that kissing me is all he wants for now. He threads his left hand through my right, but his other hand is no longer occupied with holding him up, and so it drifts downward until it finds the curve of my waist. There it stops and finds purchase, gripping me tight. He won’t let me get closer, but as our lips move against each other I feel his fingers bite into my skin and that movement tells me that he’s so close to the very edge of something that he doesn’t even notice that his touch might be a little too tight. I revel in that—that I’m making Nathan Jackson feel out of control.
But his iron will is still in charge, and so we are just kissing, loving each other with the soft movement of our lips.
Jen lives with her husband, child, and one rambunctious dog. She’s been reading stories all her life but never imagined writing one of her own. Jen loves to hear from readers so drop her a line at email@example.com
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