An excerpt

The sun was particularly mean that day. On second thought, it could have been the humidity. The air was so thick, I could feel my body ready to drip with every movement I made. Seemed like she could feel it too. I looked over at her perfect face, the one with the kind eyes that would dance like fireflies in an autumn dusk and the lips that seemed to ooze nectar they were so sweet. There were a few tiny beads of sweat forming on her forehead, just between her eyebrows, despite the fact that we were just sitting and watching the wind turn the thickly covered hillside into waves of color. I took my thumb and gently cast the perspiration aside. She thanked me and the wind blew her hair over her face. As she pulled it away, I leaned in closer and saw sparks in her eyes. My lips pressed against hers and I saw them too.