Today's excerpt is from Kissing Micky by Ellen Devlin
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“Joy is wonderful that way,” she said, with a slightly faraway look. “It doesn’t diminish with sharing. If something wonderful happens for my friend, I can jump in and surf on their happiness. Nothing has been taken away from me. More happiness for them doesn’t mean less for me. It’s not like pie.” She looked back at Tom, coming back into focus. She put her hands on the table, stood up, smiled, and said, “So, do you want pie?”
Tom realized he was staring at her. Again. Because she had caught him completely by surprise. Again. “Do you really feel that way? About happiness?”
She blinked. “Of course. Jealousy is a whole lot of work. It’s much easier to mooch off the happiness of my friends if they’ve got extra floating around when I’m a little short. At heart I’m terribly lazy.” She winked at him playfully.
“I have not noticed laziness,” he said. His eyes were taking on a different look as he stood up and walked over to her. “So far you have seemed very… industrious. Enthusiastic, even.” He was standing over her, very close, looking down.
His height and size were intoxicating to Liz.
He ran his hand up her arm, and then tilted her chin up to meet his gaze.
His blue eyes were gorgeous, thickly framed with dark lashes, and Liz felt her heart start to race just from looking at him. The corner of his mouth was curled up in a half smile, playful and sweet.
“I don’t know how you do that to me,” she whispered.
“Do what?” he asked, still smiling that half smile. He rubbed his thumb across her cheek.
“Make me forget everything with a look,” she said, closing her eyes, and turning her face towards his caress. She opened one eye to peek back up at him under her lashes, and then closed it again and sighed.
Tom bent down and kissed her gently. And one kiss became two, and two became too many to count. Tom pulled back and chuckled deep in his chest. He cupped her face in his hands, and said, “I don’t know how you do that to me, Liz.”
“Do what?” she asked, still smiling from their kisses.
“Make me forget everything with a kiss,” he said. “I might as well be eighteen again whenever I touch you.”
“Really. I intended to give you one quick kiss that first night.” His voice got husky. “Just one. But I couldn’t do it. One wasn’t enough. One is never enough with you.”