Molten lava now fills the void that is my body. I am fire. My insides have liquefied and it’s because of him.
His everything.
Him.
My eyes never leave him as he orders us a drink at the bar. (more…)
My eyes stick on the broad shoulders bent over the sink, the flimsy white t-shirt clinging across the round bulgy bits that show he’s no lank.
His head arches down lost in the soap suds his hands are working. My mind sparks, memories that aren’t supposed to be there taking hold of my attention. My eyes eat it up and the familiarity sweeps up my emotions.
Déjà Vu. (more…)