So, I've missed that past couple of weeks of swoons. Sorry to say, but I had nothing to swoon about. Just give me something to swoon about. And now I have, in the most unlikely of heroes, a boy named Oliver.
Swoon Thursday is a weekly meme hosted by YA Bound @ http://yabound.blogspot.com.
Here's how it works. You take a book you're currently reading and share what made your toes curl and your heart race!!!
This week's swoon is from a delightful book I just finished, Going Vintage by Lindsey Leavitt.
"Maybe this was a bad idea."
What, finishing the float?"
"No. Yes. Just...being here." He starts to pull me toward the shed door. "We shouldn't be alone."
"It's not a big deal. We're just working." It's a boldface lie and we both know it. The tension between us is something I can smell, something I can taste. When did pep club become so hot? "Why are you freaking out?"
Oliver fixes me with a stare that pummels every other thought or worry in my head and heart until my whole universe is just that look. "I'm freaking out because every second I'm with you, all I can think about is doing this."
I will leave you with one more passage. It is the stuff dreams are made of.
"Oliver touches me, just two fingers on my forearm, quite different from the grab in the shed. I don't pull away as he leans in and brushes his lips against my cheek. "Malory, you want a freeze? I'm a glacier. You want slow? I'm a turtle. But I'll also be waiting by the phone every night, no matter how long it takes until you're ready. Scout's honor."
Who would have thought an Oliver could be so swoon-worthy? Sweet dreams!