Casting Stones - The Prelude
by G. M. Barlean
He caught her when her knees buckled and bolstered her upright, drawing her in close to him. They stood – bodies touching, faces close, staring into each other’s eyes. He knew he’d stepped out of line, and he had no business being so forward, but it could not be said James Raven passed up opportunities. He leaned down – no hesitation – and kissed her on her pouty, little, pink mouth. Their lips pressed together, conveying in warmth, softness and pressure the degree of desire they both realized at that moment. The kiss lasted only an instant before the bell on the door of the general store jingled.
Evangeline quickly backed away, overtaken with embarrassment; after all, this happened in her father’s store, and a girl should never be seen doing any such thing as kissing a man, especially if they hadn’t even courted. The lines on her face showed her worry about gossip that would surely now fly through town.
“Well, what have we here?” the farmer who entered the shop said with his eyebrows raised at the two young people.
James stepped purposefully toward Evangeline and took her hand in his. He looked at the farmer and said with great pride in his voice, “Sir, what you have here is me and my future bride. Spread the word. This young lady is taken.”
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