This is my entry for Rachael Harrie's Second Campaigner Challenge. The prompt I chose was this picture:
I went with the 200 word flash fiction, which is also in a genre I don't normally write (Contemporary Romance).
His breath was warm on my cheek as he leaned over my shoulder. “That looks like a screensaver,” he said after a minute. “You know, the kind with the swirls?”
I turned slightly to glare at him, realizing belatedly how close he was. Too close for “just friends.”
“Well, it’s not.”
He shrugged amiably. “Okay,” he said.
I pushed back, exaggerating my anger so I’d have an excuse to get away from those eyes. “I can’t believe you’d reduce beautiful art to a screensaver.”
His lips—perfect, full lips—quirked into a half-smile. “Sure you can,” he argued. “I do it all the time.”
“You can be impossible.”
He smile widened, and he slid closer again. He had to know how much I still wanted him. “Yes,” he breathed, hovering over me, hands resting on the arms of the chair. I tried not to squirm. “I can.”
And then he kissed me, and even though I knew all the reasons we shouldn’t be together, I just couldn’t care when he was holding me that close and making me feel that good.
So even though I knew it would probably kill me, I kissed him and let myself fall again.