Page 8 of When It Rains He Pours

A cool breeze blew between us, ruffling the hair on his head and sending his scent into my lungs. Inhaling his musk, my body went up in flames, igniting in forbidden feelings.

It felt wrong. All of this felt displaced, too real and too raw to be true.

Stop it Glory! You're just emotional from everything that happened.

Pushing the feelings away, I forced myself to see it as my brain doing its best to get rid of the bad and replace it with good.

I needed something good right then. And if this could be that, if this was what was sent my way to block out the pain for a blip in time. . . I would accept it with open arms.

The destruction would still be there. The hurt and the sadness were still hovering under the surface, ready to burst through at any moment.

Nothing would erase what happened.

Not even this man.

But maybe he could temper the pain for just a little while.