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 resist it. He didn’t want

in front of him, every

felt like he had been waiting

arms, basking in her warmth and her unique

time could stand still, he wished

that he would never have to worry about her disappearing without a trace

kept making

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

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

pang of sadness rise from deep within her heart. She wanted to agree, to say yes.

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