Lost in His Desire
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"I want you," I said. "All of you."
His hand under my shirt. My back against the wall. I was shaking. He stopped. Waited.
For the first time, my body was mine to give. Not taken.
I wanted it. It didn't have to hurt. I could want someone—want them so much I forgot the group home, those hands, the nights I bit the pillow so I wouldn't scream, the fire, the hand that let go of mine, the house with the garden and the fists and the silence.
I teach abandoned dogs to trust humans. I've never learned how.
The most powerful man in Bluehaven needed a wife. They picked me. Cold. Hard. Broken. Just like me.
Two broken people. Neither said love. Neither let go.
Then the fragments came back. A photo. A name.
The fire wasn't an accident.
I wasn't the one who was abandoned.
The person who let go of my hand—came back.
His hand under my shirt. My back against the wall. I was shaking. He stopped. Waited.
For the first time, my body was mine to give. Not taken.
I wanted it. It didn't have to hurt. I could want someone—want them so much I forgot the group home, those hands, the nights I bit the pillow so I wouldn't scream, the fire, the hand that let go of mine, the house with the garden and the fists and the silence.
I teach abandoned dogs to trust humans. I've never learned how.
The most powerful man in Bluehaven needed a wife. They picked me. Cold. Hard. Broken. Just like me.
Two broken people. Neither said love. Neither let go.
Then the fragments came back. A photo. A name.
The fire wasn't an accident.
I wasn't the one who was abandoned.
The person who let go of my hand—came back.

















































