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Since HSP has changed our format for the Fall 2020 Session, focusing on Romance and Erotica, I thought we'd try something unique to kick off the discussion questions: Read the following excerpt: The atmosphere was humid, almost sultry, and the play of lights, having gone through a programmed sequence, slowed and then stopped, throwing the pool and the area surrounding it into something akin to twilight. "Julie?" he said, low, because she'd been silent for so long, pondering. She slipped forward, eased back into the water, waited by the side. Either she couldn't speak or she'd chosen not to—Garrett could guess which one. He went to her, but slowly. Ever so slowly. "Kiss me again," she murmured, when he was facing her. He pressed his mouth to hers, all but pinning her body against the smooth-tiled wall of the pool. Everything in him ached to have her—here, now—but even then, lost in that second, deeper kiss, he was careful. No sudden moves, he thought. When the kiss ended, leaving both of them breathless, Garrett kept the hard angles of his frame close against Julie's curvy softness, but without pressure. He said her name again, nibbled at the side of her neck, tasted her earlobe, the way he'd wanted to do earlier, delighted in the little moan she uttered. "Garrett," she whispered. He felt her palms flatten against his chest, but she didn't push. "It's too soon—we have to stop, and I don’t think—I don't think I can do that if you don't' help me out a little here." He drew back far enough to leave a space between them, probably no thicker than the fabric of her swimsuit. His breath was ragged, and he gripped the pool's edge on either side of Julie, not to trap her, but to keep himself from sinking. "Okay," he rasped out. "Okay." She planted a wet kiss in the cleft of his chin, then ducked under his left arm, grabbed hold of the ladder again and climbed out of the pool. He couldn't bear to watch her this time. That trim waist, that perfect backside--dammit, there was a limit to what one man could take without going crazy. What makes this scene romantic? What makes it Erotic? Are there word choices that make you think it's leaning one way or the other? Scene from McKettricks of Texas - Linda Lael Miller Find the words that speak to your heart and soul |
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