“I wanted him.
And if I couldn’t have him,
I would spontaneously combust.”
It had been days since I’d felt his touch. And it was driving me insane. Like a fever. The only thing I had were moments that told me all I’d ever wanted in my life was him, and I was reaching my boiling point. I wanted to taste him, feel his lips move against mine. I wanted to feel his warm skin and revel in its softness. I wanted him. And if I couldn’t have him, I would spontaneously combust.
© Sarah Doughty
It was only a matter of time.
And I could feel my fingertips
begin to singe.
Inspired by events that transpired
in my first novel, Just Breathe.