It’s been a long, very long time I’ve been kissed the last time. I already started feeling like an old withered shed on the edge of the woods.
But last month, exactly April 18, at about 1 pm, after lunch, I experienced the sweetest, cutest kiss in about ‘a century.’ It wasn’t an ‘intimate’ French kiss, as some would suspect. It wasn’t a long, lustful, greedy ‘smooching,’ nor was it just a peck.
It was a gentle, soft touch of lips, filled with affection and attraction, tender and delicate.
Someone else might think: “Where’s the point? What’s the big fuss about it?”
That kiss, however, didn’t go out of my head. In silent moments I remember it and catch myself wistfully smiling at the memory.
Currently, I’m writing book seven in ‘The Council Of Twelve’ series and yesterday the story turned into a situation where a kiss like that would be just the perfect thing to happen.
But for some reason, I cannot describe what I felt when I got that kiss. I’m at a lack of words for my emotions.
Now I’m lost. I’m writing paranormal romance. In the six books, I wrote for ‘The Council Of Twelve’ series, I described several scenes with wonderful loving and tender kisses – and each one of them is good the way it is.
But in this case, I don’t know how to describe my own experience and wake the feeling I had when I got that particular kiss a month ago.
What am I doing wrong?
Does anyone have a hint or tip for me how to do that? Did anyone try to interlace their own experiences into their stories, and how did you do that? Let me know in the comments. I need your help. Thank you.
P. S. I was asked about the man who kissed me that day – I hope you’ll understand I won’t mention any names here. That’s my secret.