Then, Earth Swallowed Ocean

by Shiloh Sloane

Because anyone else who could hurt her could kiss her, but they wouldn’t taste like Ridge and they wouldn’t feel like him either. His breath on her lips. His tongue in her mouth. Kissing him is like swimming in sun-warmed water, feeling a cool breeze against her face, but knowing knives grow from the riverbed.

How cruel is the Devil, that he’d send evil after her and she’d fall in love with him? How cruel is that evil to leave her now?

Her heart catches in her chest. The way he looks at her makes her feel like she’s built from beauty and sunlight. It strips every darkness from her but the way she feels for him.

If she’s poison, she’s a delicious goddamned death.