Ignite me (A collection of Short Stories)
Swift Pen SteamyFirst-Person POVDark RomanceDominantPossessiveGoodgirlAge GapAffairForbidden Love
The late sun warms the back of my neck, but the real warmth comes from the sight waiting for me among the roses.
Daisy is kneeling in the rich soil we enriched together last spring, gloves filthy, strands of hair escaping her messy bun to dance across her flushed cheeks. The roses we planted side by side have gone gloriously wild. Heavy crimson blooms, soft blush pinks, creamy whites climbing the trellises we built on that stolen Sunday when I cancelled every meeting and simply existed as a man in love. She’s humming softly, snipping spent flowers into a basket, completely absorbed. The sight of her here, grounded and real amid all this ancient stone and protocol, still steals the breath fro