Chapter 17: Your Touch

Everywhere he touches me with those perfect hands, I feel hot sparks on my flesh.  His teeth grate across my skin and I cry out, but the need for his kisses flows through my veins like lava even more.  A sense of urgency grows deep inside of me, boiling over and making me scream out into the night.  I wake up in a cold sweat and feel my underwear wet between my thighs.  

Tearing the soaked sheets off the bed and throwing them in the hamper, I take a nice long hot shower.  I drown in my own sorrow, sitting on the floor of the shower and letting the hot water pour over me.  Always finding the shower therapeutic, for some reason this time all I can do is cry.

Why did I tell him I love him?  Too many men can't deal with the "L" word.  I recall the night Nicole told Jeremy that she loved him, he freaked out and left to never come back.  It's sad that he chose to go into the military rather than be with her, but in reality