It's weekend and time from more Rainbow Snippets. The Rainbow Snippets group on Facebook asks its members to share six sentence snippets from their work each weekend. Check out the group's Facebook page to read all the snippets and add lots of great books to your tbr. You'll find all sorts of books with the common thread that the main character will identify as LGBTQ+.
My snippet comes from The Scholar's Heart again this weekend. Last weekend we saw Etan ending an argument with a kiss. But of course nothing can really be that simple. Now Etan's thinking he made a mistake and Tristan is very confused. (And yes, it's longer than six sentences. I didn't follow the rules again! I'm sorry!)
My snippet comes from The Scholar's Heart again this weekend. Last weekend we saw Etan ending an argument with a kiss. But of course nothing can really be that simple. Now Etan's thinking he made a mistake and Tristan is very confused. (And yes, it's longer than six sentences. I didn't follow the rules again! I'm sorry!)
“But, Etan, I don’t understand. You kissed me.”
“I did, yes. It was a mistake. I apologize.”
Tristan grabbed his wrist as he reached for a sheet of paper that had
slid farther away on the polished floor. “I don’t want your apologies. I want to know why you did it.”
The demand, the edge in Tristan’s voice, made Etan inexplicably angry. “Why I kissed you? Why do you think?”
Tristan blinked bright blue eyes once, then again, at his harshly spoken question. Etan had loved those eyes, loved how bright everything about Tristan seemed to be. Now, looking at them just hurt. He turned away, back to collecting the scattered papers while Tristan stared silently.
“You wanted to kiss me? Since when? How long have you wanted to....”
How long had he wanted to kiss Tristan? How long since he’d had to put aside his hope for anything, even a kiss? “Kiss you? Since the moment we met.”
“I did, yes. It was a mistake. I apologize.”
Tristan grabbed his wrist as he reached for a sheet of paper that had
slid farther away on the polished floor. “I don’t want your apologies. I want to know why you did it.”
The demand, the edge in Tristan’s voice, made Etan inexplicably angry. “Why I kissed you? Why do you think?”
Tristan blinked bright blue eyes once, then again, at his harshly spoken question. Etan had loved those eyes, loved how bright everything about Tristan seemed to be. Now, looking at them just hurt. He turned away, back to collecting the scattered papers while Tristan stared silently.
“You wanted to kiss me? Since when? How long have you wanted to....”
How long had he wanted to kiss Tristan? How long since he’d had to put aside his hope for anything, even a kiss? “Kiss you? Since the moment we met.”
Hope you all have a great weekend! Thanks for stopping by!
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