Maybe it was the darkness or the vortexes or the magic flute player, but I just said it. "I have a huge crush on you." "You are so incredibly lame for saying that." The weight of her head abruptly left my chest. "Wh-what?" My heart pounded in my chest. "Why?" "Because at a time like this . . ." Her face was now less than an inch from mine. "You should just kiss me." So I did. As soft and sweet as her voice was, as her skin was, it was nothing compared to her lips. Her hot breath escaped into mine and I thought this must be what her heart felt like. I held her gently; she was so small and delicate that I could not help but surrender my strength to her. Then she pressed against me and breathed in my ear, "Freedom." Excerpted from Man Made Boy by Jon Skovron All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
