She felt like I’d never be alone in the cold again.
Maybe she knows where home is.
If I can find her, maybe she’ll help me.
My brothers try to help me.
But they don’t know where home is, either.
We’re all lost in the dark, hiding from the monsters waiting to scavenge whatever’s left of us.
She’s not a monster.
She’s angry.
And alone.
Maybe she’s lost too.
Maybe we could be lost together.
Maybe she would let me touch her again.
Maybe she’d show me what it means to be soft.
Show me how to be gentle.
How to hold her without hurting her.
How to be kind.
If I could be kind… maybe she would want me back.
I could try.
There.
There she is.
Dancing in the dark, right where Luther left her, drawing me closer with every sway of her hips.
She’s not scared of the dark.
She’s not scared of anything.
Not even me.
Not when I graze my lips against her sweat-soaked hair.
Not when I gather her in my arms, pulling her body into mine.
My power delves under her heated skin, feeling the rush of blood flowing through her veins. The pounding of her heartbeat drowns out the music, until she’s all I can hear, all I can feel, see, smell,taste.
I want more.
I want itall.
Soon, our bodies move as one.
