Upstairs, he found her standing like some angelic apparition in her white summer dress; sunlight streaming in through the broken windows illuminating her figure in a half-light.
“Come here,” she said softly, in longing.
With touches he found her to be very much flesh and bone. Between kisses, she whispered a truth to him she had long kept to herself: “The absence of you has been devastating to me—like nothing I ever wish to experience again.”
At this, his soft, gentle kisses became rough and impatient, until they found themselves on the floor, entangled. Continue reading “Torching Daisies [II/II]”