I have a short story I’m working on where the characters have some sexual tension building between them as they get to know one another. What do you all think of this scene?
She was trying to make out the shape of an owl on a distant tree when she felt him come up to the railing beside her. She turned to face Mark only to find the figure next to her was at least six inches shorter. It was Cole.
“So, Mark Harrison, huh?”
Was he snickering? “What about him?” she asked.
“He doesn’t really seem like your type,” Cole said, tilting back his beer to take a long swallow.
Amy looked around for Mark and saw through the window that he’d been derailed by some of the basketball guys.
“How would you know what my type is? You don’t know anything about me.” They were standing almost hip to hip, facing out toward the woods.
“Really?” he asked, cocking a suspicious eyebrow at her. Turning back to the trees, he took another swig. “I know you get goose bumps on your arm when I touch your leg,” he said, reaching down to the small space between their legs and running a fingertip across an inch of her exposed thigh.
Looking at her arm, she realized he was right about the goose bumps. She hoped he hadn’t felt the shudder too.
Jerking away from him to put a few inches between them, she said, “Don’t be so sure of yourself. Did you ever think maybe I’m a little chilly out here?”
He looked away from darkness beyond the porch and directly in her eyes. “I don’t think you’re cold.” He put his left hand on the right side of her face and she was sure he was going to kiss her. Instead, he leaned in and kissed the left side of her face near her hairline. She could feel his hot breath on her ear as he whispered, “In fact, I think I make you a little warm.”
She flinched, backing away from him before he could feel the heat radiating from her skin or hear the pounding of her heart.
“Get over yourself,” she said with all the force she could muster. She felt as vulnerable as if she were naked out there.
“As soon as you learn how to get over me,” he said, winking before turning to walk away.
Amy stared after him, too shocked to speak.
Before she could regain her composure, Mark was crossing the porch in her direction.