My eternity was torturous and futile. What else is left when all is lost?
The thread only I can see wove its way around the young lovers; strong and vibrant with the devotion they carried for each other.
Phantom pain seized my chest where my heart should be. The numbness grows again, and I am cocooned by it. It saves me from pain but renders me useless.
Didyme was my life and her death, was mine.
I tell myself that I can resist. That her scent, sensual and calling to me, is nothing. That her kiss is enough for me.
My hands tremble as they find flesh stretched taut across her hip, warm and soft, and I am pressing too harshly.
But she never stops me.
Hearing her whisper for more, I breathe in deeply, searching for strength as my fingertips search for heat.
Until my name on parted lips is my undoing.
Until again, as always, I give in.
“Too strong?” My tongue ached from trying so many times. Maybe more oil?
Bella swirled her finger around and brought it to her lips. “Mmmm, closer,” she said, her eyes closing seductively, “but not quite.”
Maybe if I spiced things up? Her mouth was hot on my finger this time.
The result? A disgusting gagging sound. “No, too much. Here, let me.”
Defeated, I let her take over. Adding tomatoes and basil, she stirred the pot.
“If you say so,” I choked. Skunk tasted better than spaghetti sauce.