Restore Me

by J.L. Seegars

I just can’t find it in me to get excited about getting to know someone else, and the idea of small talk, first dates, and learning all the little things about someone new just makes me sick to my stomach. It feels like a cruel joke to have to go through it all over again, especially when I already had my great love. My person whose arms felt like home, whose heart beat in time with mine.

“I’m glad to know you are capable of forming those words with your mouth.” “I’m capable of doing a lot of things with my mouth.”

“Angel.” He plants a kiss on my lips. “I’m jealous of the wind that gets to blow through your curls.” Another kiss, this time to my jaw. “Of the fabric that gets to hug your curves all day and the moonlight that streams across your skin at night.”

“You don’t know anything!” He roars, prowling towards me with a wildness flashing in his eyes. When I flinch at his sudden advance and harsh tone, he stops short. Just barely reigning in the fury rolling off of him in waves. “If you did know, I wouldn’t have to tell you that you’re the only woman who has ever owned any part of me. And

it’s always been you, Sloane. For twelve fucking years, you’ve walked around with my soul clutched between the same fingers you wear Eric’s rings on. You’re the ghost I’ve been chasing. Now look me in the eyes and tell me you already knew that.”