Free Just a Fan by Leen Elle, Emily Austen Page A

shook his head. 'No,' he murmured softly. 'Not everything.'
     
    Then, in the next breathless second, all I was aware of were his lips. Especially because not only were they very close, but they were also very suddenly and unexpectedly touching mine.
     
    '...!' I yelped silently in pure thunderstuck surprise, my senses reeling. All my thoughts were wiped blank, replaced instead by a full sensory overload. His mouth - those lovely, decadently curled lips I had seen so often in movies and press photographs - was unimagineably soft and warm, contrasting dizzyingly with the roughness of his stubble against my chin. This couldn't be happening...to me ! His hand, slightly damp from the rain, was on my right cheek, so reassuringly large that it covered almost the whole side of my face with its cool touch. I was too stunned to think, let alone co-ordinate my actions enough to kiss him back . Besides, the touch of his lips on mine was long enough to erase all coherent thought from my mind and make the world around us disappear...but still short enough to prevent me from gaining control of myself enough to wonder whether I was a good kisser or not. It only lasted a short moment, but even when he pulled away, still keeping his face close to mine, I was completely bowled over. I gazed at him in wonder, my eyes taking in every hard plane of his face, every tiny crease between his brows, every hint of a line around his soft, lovely mouth...
     
    'Oh...' was all I could whisper, a brief, delirious smile crossing my lips. I felt entirely intoxicated; ready to fall over forwards into his arms. I knew that later on this one little kiss would drive me mad when I tried to reason with his intentions, but just for now, just for this one glorious moment, I wanted to savour the lingering feel of those beautiful lips on mine...
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter 6
     
    On With Life
     
     
     
    So. Thinking creatively, that single breathless moment one hour ago meant that I had indirectly kissed Valerie Demano, Beatrice Kayes, Joanna Summers , Hannah Reeves, Leticia Firelli, Iona Parks , Mirabella Shaw, and countless other famous co-stars of Connor MacGowan all at once. I shivered. It was an unnerving thought - but not as unnerving as the knowledge that Connor was a real, live celebrity, and he had actually kissed me. Kissed me! Straight on the mouth, as unexpectedly as anything!
     
    Connor MacGowan. I stopped pacing around my flat, and looked helplessly out of the window. I was still in a state of intense shock, which was hardly surprising - after all, it wasn't every day that a world-famous actor stood outside my familiar old apartment building and kissed me, just like that. I sat down on the back of my sofa, raising a hand to my lips tentatively. I still vividly remembered that brief but bewitching touch of his mouth...
     
    I had seen Connor on innumerable films kissing other women - especially since directors seemed to often cast him as a romantic-interest character. I had seen shots of him from every angle, kissing many different women with many different levels of passion - hell, I had even seen many a bedroom scene with him in, too...but I had never imagined that one day I would be the one kissed by him, in real life . It just didn't seem possible...Of course I had daydreamed long ago about what it might be like to have such close contact with Connor, but that was what millions of other fans did, too. I had thought such a thing impossible, and tried my best to admire Connor only on a very basic, unattached level, seeing as I didn't know him and would never meet him. I had tried not to melt when seeing love scenes between his character and other characters in his films, which was very hard because there were always so many. The man was beautiful, and so it was only natural that he got all the saucy, handsome protagonist roles. He had also struck me as someone very comfortable with appearing on film with little or no clothes on at all. I had always