Temptation's Kiss

Another exercise from my fiction writing class.

    They sat across from each other on a rotted picnic table which was located in the middle of a park. It was around sundown now, the sky overhead was magenta and fading into a darker purple as time passed. Their eyes were locked on one another for some time now.
    She scanned over the man that sat in front of her, this man that she didn’t really know anymore. His hair was long now and went down to his shoulders in layers. When he was hers he had always kept his brown hair cut short. He was paler now, too, and just a tad bit taller. He didn’t really dress the same now, either. The average jeans and t-shirts that he used to wear were now replaced by black skinny jeans, tank tops and a brown leather jacket that he was apparently never without. He looked sick now as well, like he hadn’t really been taking care of himself. His eyes, however, seemed unchanged.
    She assumed that she, too, looked different. Her hair used to always be kept in a pony-tail and she never wore makeup. Her hair was now down and soft auburn waves flowed over her shoulders, framing her slender face. Around her emerald eyes she wore heavy black eyeliner which brought them out all the more.
    He broke the silence with the strike of his cigarette lighter and caressed the tip of his cigarette with the flame, inhaling as he did so, and then letting out a cloud of smoke when the cigarette was lit. She crinkled her nose as the stench of nicotine filled the area. His eyes passed over her face and he gave a chuckle. “Want some, Mary?”
    She gave a polite smile and shook her head as she stared at the cigarette. It wasn’t like him to smoke. He put it out seeing her unchanging distaste for the habit and leaned over the table to kiss her cheek. “Better?” His voice was soft and he gave her that loving look the she remembered from their youth.
    Her heart fluttered and she almost had to force herself to look away. “Yes…” She spoke the words in a small tone and glanced back into his eyes, finding herself again captivated by his gaze. “Thank you, Nate.”
    “No problem.” He reached across the table with his right hand and caressed her cheek with the back of it. She felt her blood flush her cheek and suddenly her body ached with heat. Thoughts of the times they shared, the acts of love they experienced, threatened to creep into her mind. She pushed them back with all of her might and glanced down at the ring on her left hand ring finger. A one carat, solitaire diamond engagement ring given to her by Derek, her fiancé.
    She looked back into Nate’s blue eyes and again her heart began to flutter. The thoughts no longer threatened her, but hit her full-force now. She missed those times with him and she knew that he could see the longing in her eyes.
    Again, he leaned across the table. This time, however, instead of her cheek he went straight for her lips. His lips pressed against her lightly and softly and she kissed him back. He started to deepen the kiss, parting his lips a little. She pulled back and stared at him. He went to kiss at her again and she pulled father away. “Nate. I can’t. I’m engaged…”

Author's Note

In this one, I was supposed to give a character a desire/temptation and have them struggle with it.

Reviews

[WayOath]

Well you did a good job of it. Damn she's needs to forget about Derek lol nate is so much....wow...he's hott...ttttttt...good job dood.