Come back to life, love I’ll be here when you wake up My eyes fly open. The heat is merciless. Confusing. Consuming. It calms me, settles my raging heart. His hands move along my body, light touches along my arms, the sides of my torso. I claw my way back to him by memory, my shaking hands tracing the familiar shape of his back, my cheek still pressed against the familiar beat of his heart. The scent of him, so familiar, so familiar, and then I look up— His eyes, something about his eyes Please, he says, please don’t shoot me for this
