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Romance Writers’ Weekly: Flash Fiction, Kiss Me Slowly


Today, we are writing flash fiction based on a GIF. Click here to see it.

So anyway, if you’re here, hopefully you came from A.S. Fenichel. Welcome!


The Most Wanted

He brushed her hair back from her forehead. it felt so right holding her in his arms. Her body and his fit together like a key into a lock, like two pieces of the same puzzle.

“Ethan,” she whispered.

Her mouth was so close to his. So close he could almost taste her–she’d be sweet, like mint and honey. They shared the same space, and when he inhaled, instead of life-giving air, he took in her.

He breathed her breath, felt her invade his heart and his lungs. Knew the exact moment she became a permanent fixture inside of him, immutable and eternal.

He cupped her face in his hands. It would be so easy to kiss her, to claim her.  He wanted to. He wanted her more than he’d ever wanted anything in his entire life.  More than he wanted his titles, his lands, the air in his lungs.

She released a stuttered breath, a small sound that promised more than just a night of passion. She would give him her heart if he let her.

She already had his.

He tarried in their shared space, trying to live a lifetime in a few short breaths.

“Cat,” he whispered. He let the name slide off his tongue, the first time–and, almost certainly, the last–he would call her by her given name.

She pressed closer to him, and he nearly lost his resolve right then and there. But he didn’t. That one small sacrifice was, perhaps, the only honorable thing he’d done in a long time.

“I can’t do this.” He stepped away from her, away from the most powerful intimacy he’d ever had. Losing that was like losing a piece of his soul. Actually, it was worse than that, as if he had cut himself off from something that, once experienced, had become vital.

It would kill him to let her go. He’d do it anyway, for her sake.


“No. We–we cannot be. I–I’m sorry.” And with those words lingering in the air between them, he left her at the door.


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