No Saint

by Ria Wilde

“Ah, my wife, the kind of feelings you stir may be considered a sin but trust me, my thoughts on you are so far from hell I may as well be in heaven.”

Words have as much power on a person as actions. They cut just as deep and twice as hard. A physical trauma hurts the flesh, but words, they hurt the soul.

My lips press on the space above his heart. “Gabriel?” I mumble. “Yes, mondo mia.” “I love you.” Something rumbles inside his chest as his arms tighten, “And you own my heart, amore mia, I am in love with you.”

“I love you, dio, I’d burn the fucking world for you!”