I decided to use one of my favorite snippets from my YA manuscript DWARFED for this week's Six Sentence Sunday.Links to all the fantastic people participating in this weeks Six Sentence Sunday can be found here.
Fingertips brush my cheek, prompting me to open my eyes, and stare into his and my response dries up in my throat as my heart slams painfully against my ribs in an unfamiliar but glorious rhythm. Unbidden, my gaze slides down his face, pausing at his mouth, and I wonder if his lips can really be as soft as .
Straw pokes at the back of my neck and tugs at my hair as my eyes close and I shift closer to Luke, lifting my face to his.
Something wet latches onto my chin, sucking with so much force, it feels like half of my face will slip from my skull.
Luke’s laughter fills the small room as he picks up the tiny pig, cradling her against his chest with one hand, and reaching for me with the other. “I guess she was worried about you.”