Excerpt of Sebastian by Dana Pratola

He couldn’t say there were fireworks. There was heat, and
light, but instead of quick bursts of energy and color,
there was one long, white hot blaze.

This was bad. This was so bad. As his lips pressed more
firmly onto hers, as hers softened beneath his, his mind
tumbled through time and space. And though he’d never
felt anything like this, ever, it felt familiar, right.
Even in these bizarre circumstances, he knew he was right
where he was supposed to be.

He recognized the white flare for what it was—his own
emotion. An emergency flare. Not to signal the forces of
nature to run to his rescue and prevent disaster, just a
marker so they’d know where to find the wreckage of his
former life. Was it insane to believe that this single
kiss had changed the course of his life? Because he
believed it. Knew it.