[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. NOT ADVISABLE TO AGEs 17 AND BELOW. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.]
As soon as our lips met, I finally felt my heart... beat for the first time in eight months. The same heart that had died, frozen in time in his last moments. Should I be happy? Relieved? No. I knew this man I was kissing passionately was someone else.
However, I couldn't stop myself. The tenderness of his lips and how his firm arm gripped around my waist as he carried me to the bed just melted the ice around my heart. I missed him, and even those words were an understatement of how I longed for him.
'Just this moment... I want to believe he is Sam.' was the voice in my head said, feeling the soft mattress on my back. I opened my eyes, watching him draw away and his eyes hovered over me.
A subtle smile resurfaced on my lips, reaching for his face as I cupped the wound on his jaw. "You win... congratulations for breaking me, again."
