He is my tormentor; he is my protector.
He is my suffering; he is my solace.
He is my abductor; he is my lover.
He is my end; he is my beginning.

A Sunflower to the Sun.
A Moth to a flame.
An addict to a drug.
I was his nothing but he is my everything.

Touching the Heart of Ace

I could not meet his eyes. Why was I like this? I... hated that the emotions inside could not settle on one and I was tired of them. If only I got a break! 


My hands were shaking when I removed each one of his buttons. There were rips in his shirt that I did not notice before. Was he hurt? 


I did not know that. Where? Was he bleeding? 


He took my hand and put it on his chest. “Every second you are away from me, I hurt.” 


He had no right to tell me that. He was never hurt. It was only me that suffered. 


I dropped on my knees, unzipping his pants, getting him out of his clothes, including his boxers. 


I ignored his need that sprang to my face, so did he. 


I quickly got off his jacket and my own clothes from my body but his eyes never left my face. What was he searching for? 


CHAPTER 32