Restore Me

by J.L. Seegars

It fed the rage, and told it to make itself at home in my veins. And it listened. I watched in horror as it kicked up its feet and turned the power boil it was on down to a low simmer, so it could get comfortable with another substance that had infused itself into my blood: desire.

Love the writing here

reminding me of an angel in a white dress I’d given up finding a lifetime ago.

I f*cking knew it!!!!

This close I can finally discern notes of coconut, mango, and tangerine. Three simple fruits that wouldn’t mean a damn thing to me in any other context, but on her, it’s fucking intoxicating.

“Did you need something?” The name and location of the person who put those tears in your eyes.

Oop!

His calm, protective and gentle nature meshing perfectly with her sharp edges. Sanding them down until it was safe to hold her close enough to see the treasure that was her heart.

being. Jesus, this girl is already in my fucking blood.

“I know, baby. I know.” I want more too. I want to peel this dress off of her body with my teeth. I want to kiss every inch of her bare skin and mark her with my scent. I want to taste her and tease her while she moans my name and leaves welts in my back because it all just feels so fucking good.

“You’re welcome, Sloane.” He says my name slowly, drawing out the one syllable until it sounds like the slow glide of a zipper racing down the back of a woman’s dress at the hand of her lover.

Seriously, I love this writing !!!!!!

You’d expect these things to have some sense of loyalty to the man I promised my heart and life to, but no. Here it is, unfurling like a lazy cat waking from a nap, purring for a man I’m still not sure I can call my friend.

“You think a man could know how your lips taste and not be mad about being told he’ll never get to have that again?”

AHHHHHHHHHHH!

Men who take things from you without your permission don’t deserve their next breath let alone your consideration.”

Thank you.

I don’t have to go out looking for her to know she’s left the building. I can feel her absence in my bones.

All the hurt I feel, all the pain Sloane feels, lies squarely on my shoulders, and I’ll bear it because that’s what you do for the people you love. You put their needs before your own. You take the rain, so they can dance in the sunshine. You place a bandage over the gaping hole in your chest, so blood doesn’t spill on their shoes.

The promise of God’s love in human form, a treasure from heaven walking here on Earth making the lives of every person she meets better.