Swoon Thursday {9}

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From the book you’re currently reading, or one you just finished, tell us what made you SWOON. What got your heart pounding, your skin tingling, and your stomach fluttering. 

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This week's swoon comes from Jennifer L. Armentrout's newest Y.A. novel, CURSED!  If you haven't already, be sure to pick up this book! It's pretty awesome :)

"You're- are you actually jealous?"

"What?"

"You are! You're jealous because I told Mr.Theo over you." I yanked my arm back, but he pulled me right up against him. My legs were flushed with his, our chests met. I could feel him take his next deep breath, and I forgot what I was saying.

The look of jealousy slipped away, replaced by something equally frustrating. His hands slid up to my shoulders, sending tiny shivers down my body. He backed me up until my legs hit my desk. "Can I?"

"Sure." I had no idea what I was agreeing to. 

Hayden lifted me and sat me on the desk. His hands lingered on my hips, his touch burning through the thin cloth. A smoky scent, like a candle blown out, wafted through my room, but there was no source.

"What are you doing?" I asked, my breath hitching.

"I don't know."

"Hayden?" I whispered.

"Yes?" He shifted closer, his warm breath brushing the skin of my neck like the night in the cabin. This was our form of kissing- our soft, feathery-light kisses that never made contact.

My hand rose reflexively, wanting to touch him. I stopped myself a mere inch from his cheek. Helplessly, my fingers curled around thin air.

"It's okay." His hands were on the move again, sliding upward. When they circled my waist, all rational thought went out the window. His breath trailed across my throat, around my chin and stopping over my lips. "Do you know what you do to me?"

I think I shook my head, but I wasn't sure. All I could concentrate on was how exquisite, how right, how wonderful being this close to him felt. 

His breath still lingered over my lips, and one of his hands drifted upwards, stopping at the collar of my shirt.

And then he touched me.

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Aha, I know- I'm cruel ! Sorry this swoon was a bit lengthy, but I had a feeling it was worth it ;) Have you read CURSED yet? Are you a Jennifer L. Armentrout fan? Be sure to let me know in the comments! Keep Swooning!

Your Y.A. Bookworm,

Caitlin <3