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.

forcing her, but he couldn’t

of him, every

been waiting for a lifetime for

basking in her

stand still, he wished it would freeze

he could blend her into his bones so that he would never

kept making love

in her neck, feeling a wave of dizziness. It was as if the

“Can we stop fighting?

his words snapped her back to reality. She felt a pang of sadness rise from deep within her heart. She wanted to agree, to say yes. But she knew well the

“Tell me you love