… and she knew she had missed it in this life – that feeling of anticipation; of desire. The flame from within that made her body ache with passion and her soul yearn for a kiss that could turn burning coal to ashes.
She wasn’t wasn’t sure that kind of love existed in this life – the kind that would numb her senses and shield her heart from the fire… The kind that wouldn’t hurt; that couldn’t turn her spirit cold.
… and tired.
She needed that one presence, strong enough to protect her sensitivities and willing to defend her right to just be free.