He said he wanted every part of me. “There’s no denying the sparks between us,” he said, pulling my face into his. Each kiss shot an icy current through my tongue and down my throat, his soft touches paralyzing. His crippling love singed my flesh, my mind lost in a cloud of ecstacitic fumes. He had me believing I needed his galvanic breath to survive.
His power surges energized my heart. Without him, I imagined a world of haunted darkness. But, our lightning storm would end soon enough. Behind the fragmented, electrified haze a light would shine, illuminating the tempest’s damage: a shattered heart, an abandoned soul, a broken body.
I said I wanted every part of him, but all I got was flash-blindness and a tear-stained pillow.