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.

her, but he

appeared in front of him, every cell in

like he had been waiting for a lifetime

had her in his arms, basking in her

time could stand still, he wished it would freeze at that

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

kept making love with

a wave of dizziness. It

Jared spoke into Agnes‘ ear, “Can

her heart. She wanted to agree, to say yes. But she knew well the obstacles that lay between them. Even though

in Agnes‘ ear, “Tell me