New WIP, new characters and three sentences to share today.

Brekke stepped into her personal space, slipped one hand around her nape and joined their mouths before she could protest. Lesleigh raised her hands to fend him off, but forgot to follow through when his lips proved soft and warm and gentle. Only the one hand and his lips touched her, but Lesleigh felt the impact of that simple kiss in her traitorous curling toes.