It's December already, people. Where'd the year go? Can't say it hasn't been productive--I quit my office job, writing full-time now, mortgage be damned--but it just went by so fast.
One of the nicest things, though, in this new writer life of mine, is the Six Sunday community. There's a bit of everything, something for every taste. And the people are fantastic. Remember to stop by and visit some other SSS bloggers--make your Sunday special :)
And--back to Alexia and Michael, about to kiss in the language school lobby. Enjoy!
A muscle in my neck, more sensible than I, contracted--my head twitched and his lips met only the tiniest portion of the corner of my mouth. Disgusted at the unreasonable twinge of disappointment, I pushed hard at his chest and went for outrage.
“What the hell was that?”
Instead of exhibiting remorse, like any good Mexican boy would, his mouth opened into a big O.
“Why’d you move away?”
“Michael, you were going to kiss me! What were you thinking?”
*Sigh*. I was kind of hoping she'd let him kiss her. But--there's a boyfriend involved. A serious boyfriend, with whom she's about to move to Italy with on a graduate program. And Michael... Well, he's only here in Mexico for a few weeks. The attraction's strong, but--is it worth it? There's just too much to lose, isn't there?
What would you do? Take the fling? Stay faithful to the boyfriend? What does your decision hinge on? What's more important, in the end? The moment? Or loyalty?