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Tuesday, June 30, 2015

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Peace by Piece

S.J. McGran

~ Synopsis ~

There's an expiration date on every life. A ticking clock counting down the seconds until you no longer exist in this world.

Each tick of the clock is louder for me.

I don't have an eternity. I have one year. Just twelve short months.

If life promised an infinity he could have been my forever, and without a doubt I should have been his always.

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~ Excerpt ~

“Been waiting for you, Genevieve. I know it. You were made for me.” He continues assaulting my lips and neck with his kisses, pausing at the hollow of my throat to whisper there, “You feel that? You feel the world tip on its axis when we’re together? It’s earth-shattering. It’s like we can fix everything that’s wrong in this world just by being together. Do you feel it, V?”

I let out a needy moan from the back of my throat. I want to feel it. I want his words to be true. I want more than anything in this world for our relationship, for his kisses to have healing powers.

Standing there in the middle of my tiny cabin, with the most beautiful, amazing man holding me in his arms, with his lips driving my pulse through the roof, I send up a silent prayer to every God that might be listening to let his words be true.

Please, let him heal me. Let this pain, this suffering be worth something. Give me this man, please. Give him to me and I’ll never ask for anything again. I’ll be your greatest servant, your best disciple. Just give me this man. Please.

He pulls back and I feel the loss of his touch immediately. “Come on, sweetness, we need to get you washed up.” Grabbing my hand in his he pulls me through the one room cabin to the small closed-off bathroom. Picking me up he sets me on the vanity while he goes to the shower to test the water temperature. Once he’s apparently satisfied, he turns back to me and takes my breath away with the strength of his stare.

This wasn’t supposed to be our fate. He’s just a kid. He’s not supposed to fall in love, yet.

And, yet I know it is inevitable. I see it in the way he looks at me, the way he touches me. It doesn’t make sense and yet there it is. I recognize it because if I were to force my eyes off of him and look at myself in the mirror I’d see the same emotions reflected back at me.

This is the moment where I either push or jump.

And, I have no idea what to do.

“Don’t shut me out,” his words are whisper quiet but they bounce off the tiled walls mockingly. “Don’t push me away, V. Don’t fight this.”

“I have to, Levi. I can’t let you fall in love with me.”

He steps up to me and once again nestles my face in his steady grasp. “You don’t have a choice.” He absorbs whatever argument I was going to say with his kiss. Expertly he pushes back my excuses, making me focus on nothing but the way he makes me feel. He completely surrounds me and I get lost in him. Just like he wanted.