Again

by J.L. Seegars

“I can’t do that,” he says quietly. “Why not?” “Because doing that only makes me think about how everyone should still be calling you Mrs. Daniels.”

We love a transparent King!!!

“Yes, I would. Tell me what you want, Amina. I’ll give you anything. It’s all yours anyway.”

“You make the end of our marriage sound so simple, so easy, like letting you go didn’t kill me. Like not knowing why I had to figure out how to live life without you hasn’t made every fucking day unbearable.”

“Oh, no. I’m going to fuck you tonight, baby. And I’m going to do it so thoroughly you’re going to wonder why you spent so much time fighting with me about something that’s an inevitability.”

His eyes flash, sparkling with possession and humor. “There’s never been a world where there wasn’t an us.”

I used to think she was a blessing—a gift from God to an undeserving man—but I was wrong. She isn’t a blessing, some small thing held up to prove the existence of a higher power and keep you beholden to it. She is the reason blessings exist. They are born in her eyes and fueled by the blood in her veins. They are forged in her name and written by her hand. She is my religion. Her body is my place of worship, and I will spend the rest of my life at her altar.