Here is a small snippet from AFLAME for your Valentine’s Day reading pleasure. Have a wonderful day full of good times, and happy reading everyone!
I love mornings like this. Mornings when I wake up first, and I can just watch her sleep for a few minutes. The smooth, glowing skin of her chest rises and falls with her shallow breaths, and I know that if I slide my fingers up her back, underneath her tank top, I’ll feel her sweat. She overheats when she sleeps.
I relax into the chair by her window, watching her soft pink lips purse as she starts to stir. Her long, slender neck calls to me, and I’m desperate.
Fucking desperate never to leave her. Wanting never to do what I know I have to do right now.
Tate holds my heart, and I could choke trying to swallow and bury my need for her.
I try to remember the good things. The things that will keep me alive in her heart while I’m away. The rainy nights in my car. How the skin of her neck tastes different from the skin of her lips. How hot she gets under the sheets.
How I hate sleeping alone now.
Her phone starts vibrating on her nightstand, and I tighten my fists, knowing that everything is about to fall apart.
When she wakes, I have to hurt her.