Emily Eck's Blog - Posts Tagged "j"
Sneak Peak at Melted & Shattered
"I want to fall asleep next to you. I want to wake up next to you. I’m fighting this war for you. To be with you.”
I tried to break free of his embrace, but he held me close. “I never asked you to wage war on my behalf.”
I continued fighting his grip on me. Every word out of my mouth was at least fifty percent bullshit. I couldn't look at him and pretend I didn't feel it too. But how many times could I do this with him? How much pain was worth loving this man?
“It doesn't matter if you asked Elle, my sun, baby," he said, despair filling his voice. "You blew into my life all ablaze. You act cool and subtle, but you've shown me the fire underneath. I’m addicted to your heat, and I don’t want to live if I can’t have your light shining down upon me. Baby, please, tell me you feel something. Anything.”
He was desperate, pleading. Fuck. “Damnit," I whispered to myself.
I beat my fists on his chest. On anyone else I’d have half a chance, but with J my fists were about as damaging as cotton balls.
I found my voice, and shouted, “Damnit, J. You have me.” I gave up my fight and grabbed the edge of his shirt. “You fucking have me.”
....and cue some hot sex.
I tried to break free of his embrace, but he held me close. “I never asked you to wage war on my behalf.”
I continued fighting his grip on me. Every word out of my mouth was at least fifty percent bullshit. I couldn't look at him and pretend I didn't feel it too. But how many times could I do this with him? How much pain was worth loving this man?
“It doesn't matter if you asked Elle, my sun, baby," he said, despair filling his voice. "You blew into my life all ablaze. You act cool and subtle, but you've shown me the fire underneath. I’m addicted to your heat, and I don’t want to live if I can’t have your light shining down upon me. Baby, please, tell me you feel something. Anything.”
He was desperate, pleading. Fuck. “Damnit," I whispered to myself.
I beat my fists on his chest. On anyone else I’d have half a chance, but with J my fists were about as damaging as cotton balls.
I found my voice, and shouted, “Damnit, J. You have me.” I gave up my fight and grabbed the edge of his shirt. “You fucking have me.”
....and cue some hot sex.
