Another prompt.
We’re still with that cute boy.
(He is so cute!)
He’s getting closer to the main character. Standing closer. Moving nearer. His breath smells like spearmint (or nachos or blood or jasmine). His eyes are closed (or open or gone or one blue/one green).
And now–the kiss.
It’s time to write kisses.
Three of them.
The first kiss.
A hot and passionate kiss.
A goodbye kiss.
That is so sad. Or happy. Or sexy.
Throwing Up Words 