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[indie-author-excerpt] The water sparkled with lights along both sides of the canal as people strolled on the sidewalks or sat in crowded restaurants. A vaporetto full of people, lit from within like a candle floating on water, slipped underneath us. This place was laced with magic at night. “I wouldn’t be anywhere but here at this moment,” I said, and I could feel Asher turn to look at me though I kept gazing out over the water. “Same here,” he said quietly. I glanced up at his face and we just stared at each other for a long moment. Butterflies started up in my stomach, and I was very aware of every breath we took, the air that we were sharing. I looked away first, trying to stop the dancing of my heart and regain my calm—which I wasn’t sure was possible with him standing so close and looking at me like that. I couldn’t do this with him. It wasn’t right—not from my end or his, with a hopeful ex waiting for him. “Gelato?” I said, my voice sounding breathy, which made me want to cringe. I cleared my throat and pointed to the right bank. “There’s a gelato shop down there. And we do have a Quest.” “That we do. Lead the way,” Asher said and waved me forward. There were so many people in line that we had to wait, but I took that as a good sign—especially since most of them looked like locals. “Oh. My. God.” Asher’s eyes were closed like he was experiencing nirvana, and I had to laugh. “I know,” I said. It was even better than at Trevi Fountain. “You have got to try the chocolate,” he said and held his cone out to me. I took a bite and moaned—it was chocolate PERFECTION. “Right?” he said. I held my lemon and coconut out to him, and he held my gaze—his eyes glinting dark blue in the shine of the street lamp—as he took a bite. I watched his mouth, wanting to catch the drip of gelato on his lips. I didn’t. But, oh my god, I wanted to. And, oh my god, that scared me. “Wow, yours is even better than mine,” he said, licking his lips—oh dear god. “Wanna trade?” He had a devilish grin on his face. “No way,” I said, and he laughed, bumping me with his shoulder. “NOW,” he said between bites, “I think we can safely say we’ve completed the Gelato Quest.” “Only with the caveat that we get to keep having gelato every day.” “Well, THAT goes without saying.” “I’m glad we’re in agreement on this. Otherwise I’d have to find someone else to travel with.” Ha. Like I would have. I could still feel the effects of his grin. Asher laughed. And that’s when we felt the first drops. We started walking back to the bridge, but by the time we got to the bottom of it, the skies opened up. We ran up the steps—oh my god, there were a lot more than I’d realized—and by the time we got to the top, I was drenched and out of breath. Instead of racing down the other side, Asher grabbed my hand and pulled me under the arch and out of the rain. There were a few others taking shelter there, and we moved off to one side by ourselves. My hair was stuck to my face, my clothes soaked through and clinging, and I was starting to shiver. Asher let go of my hand to reach up and brush the wet hair from my face. And I found it hard to breathe at the feel of him. I glanced up at his face and he searched my eyes. My heart was beating ridiculously fast now and I was so aware of the air between us, could feel every shift in the molecules against my wet skin. Asher’s hand paused and his thumb brushed softly across my cheek. If I thought it was hard to breathe before, that was nothing compared to now. My stomach was doing flips and my body pulsed with his every touch. I was pretty sure I might spontaneously combust. My mind thought he should not touch me like that and my body wanted him to never stop. “Asher.” I breathed his name like it was air. His eyes settled on my lips. He stared, mesmerized, for what felt like an eternity before he said, “Skye.” His voice was hoarse, soft. “May I…” “Yes,” I said, before my mind could stop me. Slowly, gently, he leaned toward me and I closed my eyes as his lips touched mine. Oh. My. God.
About the Author
j. meyers grew up in Vermont and now lives in Central New York. When she’s not reading or writing, she can be found chasing her four kids around, exploring the outdoors with them, relishing the few quiet moments she gets with her husband, baking sweet treats, or forgetting to make dinner. Though she cannot actually see the future nor heal with a touch of her hand, she likes to think her children believe she can. Intangible is her first novel.
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