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.

but he couldn’t resist it. He

him, every cell in his body was crying out for

waiting for a lifetime for

in his arms, basking in

stand still, he wished it would freeze at that

so that he would never have to worry

making

he finally exhausted, he buried his head in her neck, feeling a wave of dizziness. It was as if the world around them had disappeared, leaving only

Agnes‘ ear, “Can we stop fighting? I just

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

in Agnes‘ ear, “Tell me you love me, tell me you love