We’re talking first kisses for this round of First Times. I love writing kisses…especially that first one. I think it’s the excitement, the nerves, taking that very first step into physical intimacy… le sigh. i just love them.
I’m going to share the first kiss from Coming Home.
His sister’s best friend. A part of the family. The love of his life?
Coming home for Gabe Monroe isn’t a joyous occasion. He returns to say goodbye to his father, and he stays to honor the man’s final request—take care of the family. He’s completely unprepared for the attraction he feels for his sister’s best friend and blames his grief when he gives into it. Only he can’t blame grief the second time…or the third…or…
Kate Pearson thought she was over her childhood crush on Gabe, but his return has all those feelings rushing back. Add in the toe-curling, mind-blowing sex…and Kate is well on her way beyond just a crush. Despite his constant meddling and insistence that they need to keep things platonic, Gabe makes her tremble with desire and yearn for forever with him.
Even as Gabe begins to accept their blossoming relationship, Kate’s past casts a shadow over their future as they realize he isn’t the only one who’s come home.Trying to protect the woman he’s coming to love, Gabe risks losing everything. Everything he didn’t know he wanted but, now, doesn’t know if he can live without.
Kate frowned. “You’re upset they didn’t tell you sooner.”
“That my dad was dying? Yeah, you could say that.” The anger he’d been fighting against surfaced and overwhelmed him.
“It was what he wanted,” she said quietly. “He didn’t want to worry you, and there wasn’t anything you could do.”
“I could have been here.” He hit the counter with his fist, and his beer danced along the surface. “I could have been…prepared.”
Kate set her bottle next to his and moved closer, sympathy clear in her hazel eyes. He inhaled deeply, and her scent—clean, soapy, simple—filled his senses.
“The rest of them were able to be here for him, with him, and were able to come to terms with what was going on. I, on the other hand, get a phone call, four days ago, informing me I should come home immediately because he might not make it through the night.” He bit off a curse when his voice cracked.
“I’m sorry.” She stepped forward until they touched and stretched up to hook her arms around his neck. “I’m so, so sorry.”
Gabe blew out a breath and, for the first time in days, let his guard drop just to enjoy the embrace. He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his hands on her lower back.
Kate moved her hands up, her fingers threading through his hair. Gabe shuddered at the teasing touch and tightened his hold on her. She tilted her head back and stared at him. Even as his brain screamed what the hell, he found himself leaning forward and pressing his lips to hers. Kate’s breath escaped in a small sigh, and she lifted up on her toes. Her mouth softened beneath his, and his cock stirred as her tongue snuck out and swiped against his lower lip.
He pulled back slightly, and Kate looked at him through lid-heavy eyes. “God, Kate, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—”
She shook her head, fisted her hands in his hair, and pulled him down. This was no tentative meeting of the mouths. It was a hard, gasping, violent mating. Gabe let go of everything he’d been holding on to and just let himself feel. Fuck, he just wanted to lose himself in her.
This is a newer feature we’ll be doing a couple times through the year – highlighting characters sharing firsts. We can post something from an already published work, a work in progress or something completely new. This time, we’re talking first arguments.
I’ve chosen a bit from one of my Bound books – Nothing Serious.
It was meant to be nothing serious. And it was…until it wasn’t.
Aaron Stevens likes his life the way it is. As a surgical resident, he is perfectly content with the fact that the precious hours he has outside the hospital revolve around taking care of his mother and sister. He doesn’t have the time or inclination for a serious relationship. So the fact his lover lives halfway around the world and is fine with jetting off to exotic locales a couple times a year for a few weeks of hot sex is as close to perfect as he can get.
The last thing Jack Hayes ever expected when his best friend got involved with an American was to hook up with her son. And he sure as hell never imagined it would continue for as long as it has. For years, he has been at Aaron’s beck and call, satisfied with submitting to him whenever Aaron and his busy life allow. But, after a change in his family’s company that has him looking for a new job, and possibly moving, Jack has begun to examine what he really wants in life and isn’t sure stolen moments here and there are enough anymore.
When Jack arrives to attend Aaron’s sister’s wedding, keeping what he and Aaron have a secret begins to take its toll. Aaron is unwilling to come out to his family, afraid of hurting them and ruining what should be the happiest day of his sister’s life. As much as Jack has come to love Aaron, he can’t bring himself to be the dirty secret in Aaron’s closet. Aaron has a choice to make, because the tighter he holds on to keeping their “nothing serious” arrangement, the closer he comes to losing everything.
Jack took a deep breath and closed his eyes, and Aaron pulled him close, wishing he had more time, knowing coming out of a scene so abruptly wasn’t easy.
“I’m all right,” Jack murmured into Aaron’s neck. “Should put some clothes on before Em shows up, though.”
“Yeah, definitely should do that. I’ll get your stuff.”
“My stuff?” Jack frowned at him.
“We need to move your things in here.” Aaron stood and gathered the unused toys from the dresser. “Last thing I need is Emily getting nosy and suspicious. Be right back.”
He hurried into this room and replaced the items in the chest. Then, he grabbed Jack’s suitcases and rolled them into the guestroom, where Jack still sat on the bed, staring straight ahead.
“Still a few things in the bathroom, but I’ll get those after I clean up and get dressed.” Bending to kiss Jack’s mouth, he frowned when Jack leaned away. “Jack?”
“Does your sister normally go poking around in your room and bathroom when she’s here?” Jack asked flatly.
“But you can’t take the chance, no matter how small, ‘cause it’d be the last thing you need, yeah? I mean, what could be worse than someone finding out about us?”
Aaron gaped at him, the metallic taste of panic overwhelming him. Whether it was because of his sister’s imminent arrival or Jack’s reaction, he didn’t know. “Why are you so angry? Nothing’s changed. I don’t understand.”
“Not angry.” Jack shook his head. “Just tired. And frustrated.”
“I’m sorry,” Aaron murmured, not know what else to say.
“Yeah, I know. So, go get dressed, Aaron, so everything’s normal when your sister gets here.”
The weariness his voice was like a knife to Aaron’s gut, and his refusal to meet Aaron’s gaze another twist of the blade. He went back to his room and, getting clean clothes, ducked into the bathroom. Turning the shower on, he stepped in, wincing at coolness of the water. As he washed his hair and scrubbed, he heard Jack shuffle in. Peering around the curtain, Aaron watched the other man gather his toiletries. Their eyes met briefly in the mirror above the sink, and Jack’s mouth quirked up in sad smile before walking out.
This day, Aaron decided, shoving his head under the spray to rinse off, couldn’t get much worse. After toweling off and dressing, he strode into the living room and realized how wrong he was.
Jack stood near the door, holding the curtain back from the window and peering outside—his suitcases at his feet.
“What are you doing?” Aaron managed to croak.
Jack visibly stiffened but didn’t turn around. “I’m waiting for a cab.”
“What the hell for?”
“To take me to a hotel.”
“Why?” Aaron asked, shaking his head and leaning against the sofa as his legs quaked.
“I think it’d be easier all around, don’t you? No chance of anyone finding out this way.”
“You can’t leave like this.”
“Like what?” Jack snapped, finally facing Aaron. “How exactly am I leaving? On my terms? Is that the problem?”
“What? No! The problem is you leaving at all. Why would you want to stay at a hotel when you can—”
“Stay here and go back and forth between rooms at your convenience depending on who decides to drop by?”
Aaron shoved his hand through his wet hair and shook his head. Christ, he couldn’t deal with this, not now. A car horn sounded outside, and Jack turned to look out.
“It’s my cab.”
“Is…is this you ending things?” Aaron could hardly force the words out, a cold sweat breaking out over his body as he waited for the answer.
We’ve all be given the same photo and have to come up with a story based on the image. It’s always fun to see what everyone comes up with. 🙂
I’ve delved into the world of my (horribly neglected) serial, Your Lies. It isn’t about any of the main characters – just set in the same world.
Cora Hale stared at her reflection, ignoring her family’s
voices behind her. This was the last place she wanted to be, but she didn’t
have a choice.
She never had a choice.
It was just a fact of life, and she’d accept it.
She jolted at her father’s voice and turned quickly.
“Come on,” he said, gesturing for her to join the rest of
She nodded and crossed the room, stopping next to the couch
her mother and two sisters sat on, waiting for instructions. They were having a
family portrait done—immortalizing the perfect family before they sent her
away. For her own good, they said. She’d get help with her “problem” then come
back home, they claimed.
But she knew better.
She was getting locked up and was never going to be free,
again. All because of her dreams. Dreams that came true. Something she had no
She bit back a snort. When had she ever had control of anything? When had she ever really been free? She was getting sent away, but it was really just going from one prison to another.
“She’ll stand here,” her father said, waving away the
photographer who had stepped forward with a murmured suggestion on positioning.
Ah, yes, standing to the side while the rest of the family
sat together. Wouldn’t want anyone to think you were too close to the daughter
who had magic—not that anyone knew, but just in case it ever got out. That was
her father, always thinking ahead, protecting the family image. His image.
“All right, everyone look here. Smile.”
Cora lifted her gaze and stared at the camera, trying to
smile but she suspected her expression wasn’t a picture of happiness. She
blinked rapid after the flash went off.
She nearly stumbled back. That wasn’t her father’s voice. It’d come from behind the camera. She looked at the dark-haired man with stormy gray eyes intent on her. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly as he held her gaze.
Whatever her father had been about to ask was cut off when
the photographer waved a hand without looking away from Cora. Heart pounding,
she glanced over and gasped as she saw her family slumped against the sofa, eyes
closed, but chests raising and falling rhythmically.
“Are you ready?”
She turned back to the man…the Magic-user. He’d stepped away
from the camera and was watching her, head tilted to the side slightly.
Time for a song fic. This month we’re working with “God of the Ocean Tides” by Counting Crows. Here’s a link, if you want a listen.
Kept it short and sweet, again, this time. This isn’t connect to any particular story, but it’s set in the same world as Tempted to Death, where there are paranormal creatures and a network of hunters and researchers.
Bastian was impressed. He’d felt Owen’s gaze on him since
they’d left town—it’d taken the other man a full half hour to speak. Yeah,
impressed he’d waited that long, but also annoyed because Bastian knew what was
“You gonna call her?”
Fingers tightening around the wheel, Bastian shook his head.
“Why not? You guys have history and seemed to be rekindling something…”
Owen sighed. “You really want to spend the rest of your life with just me for
companionship? ‘Cause I like you and all, Bas, better than most, but…”
“It’s what I signed up for.”
“That’s bullshit, and you know it. There are plenty of people
in the network who have relationships and do their jobs.”
“Good for them,” Bastian snapped.
“All I’m saying is there’s no reason you and Callie couldn’t—”
“I think I’m a better judge of whether there’re reasons standing
in my way,” he ground out, fingers aching, knuckles now white, on the wheel.
He didn’t want to think of all those reasons, right now. Not
when he could still smell her, feel her, taste her. He’d been an idiot. Weak and
stupid…and careless. He’d allowed himself to forget what he’d dedicated his
life to, and that was unacceptable. Even for a short time, because it brought
too much pain. For both of them.
Because how was she supposed to understand what he couldn’t
tell her? She couldn’t know that he spent his days and nights hunting things most
people didn’t believe in. That he had to be ruthless and focused in his work.
That he’d given up more than he ever thought possible to do it. That he could
never love her the way she wanted, the way she deserved.
Owen sighed. “So, that’s it, then? You move on, satisfied
with the small amount of time you had with her, but refuse to go after any
“Yep, that’s it,” Bastian replied—a mix of half-truth, half-lie.
Because satisfied, he most definitely was not. And he wouldn’t be, not really. He couldn’t love her the way she wanted, but he also couldn’t love her the way he wanted. Not if he was going to do the job he was called to do.
“So, while I appreciate the support and concern,” he continued,
“do me a favor? Call in and see where we’re going next and what we’re up
“Yeah…” Owen pulled out his cell but didn’t make the call
immediately. “I didn’t mean to make it more difficult, man. Sorry.”
Gaze firmly on the road ahead, Bastian nodded. Yeah, me, too.
This is a new feature we’ll be doing a couple times through the year – highlighting characters sharing firsts. We can post something from an already published work, a work in progress or something completely new. This time, we’re talking first meetings.
I decided to share the first time Grace met Noah and Ethan in Santuary.
This new world is full of risks, but which is greater…being alone or trusting others?
For Grace Summers, life after the super solar flare and deadly viral outbreak can be summed up in one word. Alone. Having lost everyone she loved, Grace travels on foot to her family’s remote hunting cabin, where her father had stockpiled food and supplies for this type of situation.
Along the way, she meets Noah Hill and Ethan Erikson, a couple traveling the same direction. Grace struggles with her attraction to the pair until they make it clear they are just as interested in her.
With Noah and Ethan, Grace is no longer alone, but can she bring herself to trust them in this new world where everyone is just trying to survive no matter the cost?
The sound of Callie’s growling jolted Grace upright from
where she’d slumped farther against the tree trunk. She gripped the rifle and
jumped to her feet, even before her eyes were fully open. Bringing the gun up
snugly against her shoulder, she scanned her surroundings to find what had
Callie sounding the alarm. She didn’t have to look far.
Her heartbeat sped and her breathing stuttered when her gaze
landed on two men standing no more than twenty feet away.
“Whoa.” The taller of the two stepped forward, palms out in
a peaceful gesture. He stopped in his tracks when Callie let out another low,
menacing growl and moved in front of Grace. “Wanna call off the hound?”
“Wanna keep moving?” she returned.
“Not really,” the other man snapped.
“Let me rephrase.” She shifted slightly until the rifle was
leveled directly at him. “Keep moving.”
“We’re not looking to cause any trouble,” the first man
assured. “I’m Noah; this is Ethan. We’re just passing through, looking for a
place to catch a few winks before moving on.” He gestured around. “There’s
plenty of room, and we’ll share.” He pointed back at his partner, who sighed
and lifted a hand. Four good-sized fish dangled from a line held between his fingers.
“Not interested.” Grace widened her stance and waited. The
last thing she needed was two strange men hanging around. She wasn’t going to
feel guilty about sending them on their way into the night. Honestly, if they
couldn’t understand why a lone woman wouldn’t want two strange men hanging
around, they were idiots.
“God, enough.” Ethan stepped forward. “You have no claim on
the place. It’s late and dark; I’m tired and fucking hungry. If you don’t like
it, you can move on.”
“Ethan,” the other man admonished. “There’s no need—”
“Hey,” Grace interrupted, exasperation edging out the panic.
“Last I checked, I’m the one holding the gun, so I’m sure as hell not going
“I’m not your sweetheart!” she snapped. “Do you always make
everything so damned difficult? I was here first, and I don’t make camp with
men I don’t know.” For good reason. She shook her head slightly and tried to
push thoughts of her last, and only, encounter with another person on this
journey. Her stomach roiled, and her dinner threatened to make a reappearance.
Ethan let out an annoyed huff of breath, and Noah moved
closer to him. Grace watched as he ran his palm down Ethan’s arm then wrapped
his fingers around the other man’s hand. Ethan turned his head, and the men
exchanged a long look before responding.
“And that’s completely understandable. Smart,” Noah said
“But it’s late, dark; we aren’t going to be able to get much farther in any
case. We just want to eat, sleep, and, in the morning, we’ll be on our way. How
can we make that happen? What can we do to ease your mind?”
Grace’s gaze drifted back to their linked hands, where
Noah’s thumb slowly rubbed the back of Ethan’s hand. She tightened her grip on
the rifle and inhaled a shaky breath.
“You’re lovers?” she blurted, jerking her head back to look
at their faces.
First flash fic of the year. Yay! We’ve all be given the same photo and have to come up with a story to fit. Can’t wait to see what everyone comes up with!
Sometimes, I hated my job.
Okay, to be fair, I always
hated my job. The necessity of it. Though,
I had to wonder, did being part of a secretly growing rebellion actually count a
job? Or was it a mission? A quest? Or just a series of trying tasks shoved upon
me in between having to fight for my life? And, in the end, did it fucking
“I don’t understand.”
With a sigh, I shoved aside useless ponderings and focused
on the task at hand. Vetting a possible recruit. Oh, joy. Glancing over at the
man in the passenger seat, I stopped the car and put it in park.
Daniel Hartford, my latest assignment—cute, clean-cut, smart,
a recent self-proclaimed Sympathizer of Magic-users. He also happened to be the son of one of the
most influential couples in the country. The Hartfords were old, old money…and very
vocal in their staunchly anti-magic stance.
The leadership wanted to know if he was on the level,
because if he was… Well, he could be a helluva asset with the access he had.
Which was why Daniel was now my problem.
He’d already been checked—I’d gone over the files last night—by
several of the higher ups, and they liked what they’d seen, so they requested
The human lie detector.
I hated that they called me that. Never to my face of course.
Because they avoided face to face with me as much as possible. And who wouldn’t?
Feeling others’ emotions, knowing when someone was lying…seemed like a pretty
awesome power to manifest, but in reality, it led to a very, very lonely life.
I was an asset the leadership never hesitated to be use, but
never someone they wanted to actually have around. Everyone had their secrets,
after all. Even the good guys.
Daniel’s soft query pulled me out of my head again, and I inwardly
cursed my distraction. I had a job to do, and it was time to do it.
“I told you to call me Emma,” I reminded him. “I know this
doesn’t make sense, but it will. Come on.”
I exited the car and waited for him to do the same before walking
toward the house in front of us. Remaining silent as I lead him across the lawn
and up the steps to the front door.
So far, I hadn’t sensed any deception from Daniel. So, that
was good. Everything I’d gotten from him, so far, assured me he wasn’t an
actual threat, a possible plant from the other side.
Didn’t mean that he was a strong ally, though. There was a
world of difference between sympathizing with Magic-users and actually being
willing to act and fight for them, sometimes in violent ways. Not to mention putting
your own life at risk.
Before I’d give my approval, I had to be sure that there was
more to Daniel Hartford than simply rejecting his parents’ beliefs and making an
impulsive stand against them, because trusting him was a huge, huge risk. And,
at this point, I had nothing to assure me of that the risk was worth taking. While
he’d never publicly aligned himself with his parents’ stance on magic, neither
had he ever shown any support for Magic-users. Not until two weeks ago, when he’d
made contact with one of the more public Sympathizer groups and inquired about the
It seemed like an unlikely first leap to me.
Turning the knob and pushing the unlocked door open, I
gestured for him to enter. He frowned then moved past me…immediately gasping as
he walked into chaos. Shock and confusion pulsed on the air between us as we
moved through the main level.
The old house was, to put it simply, a disaster. Ransacked
with no care for the destruction caused. The floor was littered with books,
“What happened here?” Daniel asked, stopping in the doorway
to the back room. It’d once bene a library or an office. Now, like the rest of
the house it was in shambles. He turned back toward me. “Look, I don’t know why
you brought me here, but I’ve already jumped through enough hoops when all I
want to do is help. If you’re not going to tell me—”
“The family that lived here was on the watch lists. Suspected
of having magic,” I explained, though I knew he had to have heard of the blasted
lists, given who his parents were. “Your father reported them—he worked with
the husband, insisted the entire family be brought in for questioning.”
I tilted my head and concentrated. The shock radiating off
him was genuine. He hadn’t known about this family, this incident.
Inhaling deeply, he looked around. “So, what happened? Did
they… Did they resist back when the police came to get them? They used magic to
“No.” I stepped closer, keeping my gaze locked on his face
and my power centered on his every reaction. “They weren’t magic, Daniel. They
went quietly, didn’t resist. They were questioned, again and again. Then, after
days, they were supposedly released, but they never made it home.” I hesitated
a moment, throat tight. ”Their bodies were found in shallow graves outside the city
several weeks later.”
“No, no…” He shook his head then gestured around them. “This
was a…raid…an invasion. If they went quietly, why— They were killed? You’re
saying that they were killed because my father reported them, because there was
just a suspicion that they had magic?”
As his emotions prickled hotly over my skin, I felt an
inkling of regret for what I was doing but quickly squashed it. This was as
much for him as the cause.
“Daniel, in the countless witch hunts in our history, very
few of those killed, who had their lives and family destroyed, were actually magic.
All it took was a suspicion, a rumor…” I reached into pocket and pulled out the
small stack of photos, flicking them one by one, “Henry…Penny…Grant…and Lucy,”
onto the floor in front of him. “They aren’t the first innocents to die, and
they won’t be last.”
The color drained from his face as he stared down at the
images, his throat working convulsively. He crouched down, tracing a trembling
finger over the photo of four-year-old Lucy laughing at camera.
I backed away from him, overwhelmed by his sadness and anger,
but determined to finish this, so we could both move on. “I understand that you
don’t share your parents’ beliefs, Daniel. That much is obvious, but what you’re
trying to sign up for is much more than standing on opposite sides of an issue.”
His head snapped up, and he glared at me fiercely. “I’m not
“No, you’re not,” I agreed. “From everything I’ve heard and seen, you’re incredibly smart with a world of opportunities. What I’m trying to say—rather poorly, I admit—is war is coming, Daniel. It’s inevitable, but you don’t have to be on the front lines. Most of us… We don’t have a choice. We’re fighting for basic rights, for our lives, but you’re lucky. You do have a choice. Being a Sympathizer doesn’t mean you have to risk everything, risk your life. No one would blame you for avoiding that.”
He looked back down then picked up the pictures, stacking them in one palm as he stood. He stared at the little girl, again, for a long, tense moment, then he tucked the photos in his back pocket. Clearing his throat, he walked over to me. I lifted my chin to meet his gaze, my own eyes stinging at the sight of the tears in his.
Today is a photo flash fiction – we’ve rounded up 12 images and will be writing something inspired by them…1 a month through the year.
Here’s January’s image:
“Come on, Nic. Look how gorgeous it is!”
I didn’t even look over at my brother. Sitting stubbornly and stiffly in the passenger seat, seatbelt still fastened, I stared out the windshield.
He wasn’t wrong – it was gorgeous. The blanket of white covering the ground was only marred by the tire tracks of another idiot who had ventured out after the snowstorm we’d had the night before. Snow clung to the bare branches of the trees and the wooden fence that lined the tiny country road. Yeah, gorgeous. One might even say picturesque.
But that didn’t sway me – I wasn’t deceived.
“Seriously,” my brother continued, “just a quick walk. It’ll be refreshing.”
I snorted. “Yeah, right. It may be pretty as fuck, but winter is just like the stuck-up popular girls at school.”
“Really?” he drawled.
I could feel his intense stare but kept my gaze focused on the deceptive scene before me. “Yep. Gorgeous enough to take your breath away, but underneath it all, a complete and utter bitch who will only hurt you. And in the end, you’ve only yourself to blame, because deep down, you knew it. You just let yourself get swayed by prettiness.”
“Wow.” A long pause. “Just wow.” The engine roared to life, then he said, “You’re going to die alone, you know that, right?”
I lifted a shoulder lazily. “Yeah, probalby. But I’ll be warm and won’t hate myself.”
I don’t even know… Seriously, blame my sleep-deprived brain for that little nugget. Oh, and the fact I’m in the UP right now – one of the most beautiful places on Earth, IMO, and enduring snowstorms and freezing temps. My feelings for winter may have bled through.
Be sure to check out what the image inspired the other bloggers to write!
It’s time for another flash fiction – this one inspired by Halsey’s “Ghost”.
I’m again visiting the world of my Albion’s Circle series. This takes place not long before the series begins. A small glimpse into Anna’s head…before she finds out that her dreams are more than she realizes.
Bodies pressed against me. From every side. The touches, the scents, the heat… All of it, surrounded me, filled my senses, driving everything else out.
I closed my eyes, as anxious to escape what was happening as I was desperate for it. I sighed in relief as hands circled my waist and pulled me back against a very hard, very male body. I leaned into him, letting my head fall to his shoulder, as our bodies began to move.
His lips glided along my ear, and his breath tickled as he whispered, “Fuck, you feel amazing…”
My heart sped up. From excitement, from the knowledge of what the night would bring…from shame. Shame that I was using him. Again. And an even deeper, more painful shame that probably wouldn’t be the last time.
Hands firm on my hips, Jamie turned me to face him. I opened my eyes and, tipping my head back, met his gaze. Swallowing the immediate disappointment I always felt when I looked into his gray-blue eyes—and hating myself even more for it—I forced a smile.
He grinned then jerked his head toward the front of the club. “Let’s get out of here.”
Heat coiled in my belly, and I trembled slightly as I nodded. He grabbed my hand, and as I let him lead me through the crowd, I tried desperately to hold on to the excitement and desire. And not think about the tendrils of dread and regret weaving their way through.
I could only hold it off for so long, I knew. It was inevitable and would fill me to bursting soon enough. Because I wasn’t going to find what I was looking for in Jamie’s bed, in his arms, any more than I’d found it is this club or with any other person. I gritted my teeth as another face flashed in my mind. Another set of blue eyes—clear and piercing and haunting.
I shoved all away as Jamie pushed me up against his car and took my mouth. I let myself to fall into the kiss, to become lost in the bliss of his touch, because however temporary, it dulled the edges, softened the harshness of not having what I yearned for.
And made me forget, for just a little while, that I was searching for something I couldn’t reach. Because it wasn’t real.