Thursday, March 17, 2011
Luck O' the Irish Blogfest!
“Stop pretending you don’t miss me,” he said.
I blanched. "Jesus Dave, have another Car Bomb."
He grinned and leaned in closer. "Wanna taste?"
“Don’t.” My voice was razor sharp.
His bleary eyes searched mine. Seeing that I wasn’t playing around, the corners of his mouth turned down and he pulled back a fraction of an inch. “Fine.”
Then, before I could stop him, he leaned in and softly kissed the shamrock painted on my cheek instead. My knees buckled. How dare he? We’d done nothing but fight since he’d breezed back into my life. Now, here he was, in his stupid, ancient, Kiss Me, I’m Irish t-shirt, acting like the last year had never happened. Making it impossible to concentrate on anything but the warmth of his lips, so close to mine. Touching me so that I couldn’t even remember why I wasn’t supposed to want this.
“Am I interrupting something?” Ryan.
That was why.
The screen door slammed before I could answer. David’s hands slipped from my face as Ryan stormed off into the house, and I literally felt my heart rip in two, like they’d been using it in a game of tug-of-war.
I couldn’t think about how I was going to fix this. The only thing going through my head was the dumbest thought possible.
Where's the luck of the frigging Irish when I need it? Happy effing Saint Patrick’s Day.
And now, the musical stylings of my favorite angel-voiced Irish lass, Mary from Waking Elliot! (Sorry, but I have to post this every chance I get because I just love her voice, and this song, and because my cousin is in the video!)