The Roughest Draft

What I can do is protect myself while I pursue what I love.

I’ve worked my entire adult life to marshal the English language into whatever I wanted. But were I to try to capture Katrina with it, it would best even me.

When I kiss her, crushing her to me, losing myself in her scent and her skin and wanting every inch of her, it’s with the passion I’ve withheld for weeks—for years. It’s the kind of kiss that closes a book. But this time, it doesn’t.

This time, it’s only the beginning