This scene is Penny’s big turning point. A moment of decision that we all must face. Unfortunately she chooses for all the wrong reasons and there are consequences far beyond what she can imagine in this moment. Let’s take a look at a snapshot of a teenage girl’s BIG moment!
Here’s a scene from ON THIN ICE:
“Penny. That’s short for Penelope, right?” Carter picked up the conversation.
“Yeah, but nobody ever calls me that unless I’m in trouble. I’m usually just Penny—or Pen to my friends since I like to keep journals.” It seemed strange how I could be so many different people at the same time. I took another swallow and set down the empty bottle, grimacing at the taste of warm beer.
“I like the name Penny. It reminds me of something shiny and new.” His brows had knit together as if he was deep in thought or maybe he was imagining me with Abe Lincoln’s face. It would take some time to learn his facial expressions, but I had the feeling that I could crack the code given the chance. “Penny, Penny, Penny,” he said in a teasing tone. “I like it.”
“I hate it,” I scowled. “Leave it to my mother to nickname me after the lowest denomination of currency.”
He laughed. “It’s not that bad. I was named after a President that was famous for peanut farming.”
We both cracked up and couldn’t stop. I laughed until my sides hurt. When I caught my breath, I spoke without thinking and asked through the boldness of a good buzz, “Do you mind if I sleep over?”
He hesitated, and then smiled. “Absolutely.” His happy grin grew bigger, showing a set of slightly elongated canines.
I returned the sly smile, thinking of vampires and werewolves. A giggle escaped. “Is that absolutely, you mind—or absolutely, I should?”
His face sobered and the smile changed to one of sincerity. “I’d like you to stay. If you want to that is. No pressure.”
My cheeks warmed as he rested a hand on my ankle, his fingers playing along my skin. I’d never thought of an ankle as being a sensitive part of the body, but the way he drew small circles around the bone with his finger tip, and the way he looked at me, made me feel hot from my head to my toes. He sat up and brushed my bangs out of my eyes. “You’re very pretty,” he said when I looked down, trying to escape the heat of his gaze.
“Thank you.” I forced myself to take the compliment and then looked into his eyes to see if he really meant it. What I saw there rocked my world. A large sleeping cat awoke deep inside me, ready to make its escape. My body purred in response to his flushed face and blazing eyes. His fingertips scalded along my cheek. He wanted me. I could see it, feel it—even taste it in the air.
As our lips touched, my heart fluttered madly in my chest. I felt the power of his desire, the confidence of his touch. He wasn’t like any other boy I’d known or kissed. He was gentle and sure, and he knew what he wanted. He laced his fingers into my hair and pulled me closer, his lips parting. His tongue felt soft and warm against mine, not demanding, but giving and taking equally. Beyond the saltiness of potato chips and the shared bitterness of Budweiser, I tasted a unique flavor that was his and only his. I wanted to drink him down until I was drunk with it. I wanted to drown in the sensations and smells, the sounds of our mingling sighs and the feel of his hands on my skin.
I had made out with boys before and been touched in ways that made me cringe at the thought of doing more, but this was different. Carter was different, and I knew I was stepping over a boundary into an unfamiliar and dangerous territory. I’d often wondered what this moment might feel like—that exact moment when I turned from a girl to a woman—the moment when love became something real and more than a fairy tale. It was a feeling I’d almost believed impossible. Waiting for marriage didn’t seem important at that moment. Life is too short. Live every moment to the fullest, Penny. Make it count.
Any thought I had about resisting was a miniature spark at the back of my mind. I hadn’t planned to go all the way with him, even though I’d invited myself to stay the night—I hadn’t planned anything—but I realized I wanted him to want me, to love me, to take me in his arms and make me forget my life, if only for a little while.
What do you think about Penny’e decision to live in the moment in this scene?
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