Heartstrings on Fire

Agnes was about to leave.

Jared, once again, grabbed her arm and continued, “Why bring in another when I have you?”

Then, without another word, he leaned in and kissed her. It was a fierce, unforgiving kiss. Agnes struggled, but in the end, she gave in.

Perhaps it was the warmth of their bodies that ignited a flame between them. In the end, Agnes didn’t feel forced by Jared. It was as if years of pent–up longing and desire flowed out all at once.

She never closed her eyes. She watched him: his anger, his obsession, his satisfaction.

Jared kept kissing her, trying to get her to close her eyes. Because in her wide–awake gaze, he could see his own downfall.

Her alertness was like a blade, stabbing into his heart with each passing second.

he was forcing her, but he couldn’t resist it.

Agnes appeared in front of him, every cell in his body

felt like he had been waiting for a

her in his arms, basking in her warmth and her

wished it would freeze

he could blend her into his bones so that he would never have to worry about her disappearing

making love with

It was as if

hoarse whisper, Jared spoke into Agnes‘ ear, “Can we stop fighting? I just want

to agree, to say

again, Jared whispered in Agnes‘ ear, “Tell me you love me, tell me you