I rose up on one elbow and watched Xavier, who stood in a beam of sunlight, latching the buckle on his belt. “Good morning, beautiful.” He walked to the bed, leaned in and placed a soft, quick kiss on my lips. “I should be back on Thursday.” “Thursday? Any suggestions on how I should fill the tim...
Both halves of my heart were at stake. How could I have let it happen? There was a connection, something cosmic between Cyril and me—unexplainable, yet undeniable. Was it love? It felt like love. Definitely beyond lust, but what?With Overton it was different. Our attraction could only be explaine...
Not just the pain. Sure, the agony—that moment just before the heart stops—and the uncertainty of how and when I might wake up left an impression. But the holes, those missing points in my timeline aggravated me most. Each time I died, I wondered how much of myself I’d lose. How many of those def...
Gone less than two weeks, it felt like a lifetime. Excitement and apprehension filled me at the prospect of seeing Clarence again. I couldn’t share all I’d discovered, so how to explain my absence? Damn, I needed a story. Time to improvise.Thankfully, I didn’t encounter a single soul between my c...