“Just come back to me?” her plea takes me aback for a moment, I’ve never had somebody that genuinely wants me at their side before. All of the women that I’ve been involved with have been content with us having a casual arrangement. She stiffens a little in my arms when I don’t reply but I don’t let her pull away. Her fingers come to rest against the side of my hip, occasionally dipping beneath the thin cotton of my shirt and I know in that instant that I need her, in a way that I have never needed a woman before.
“I will always come back to you.” She has become the last person that I think of before I go into battle, and I honestly think sometimes that I fight in order to make sure that I will be able to hold her again. I allow the barriers that I have maintained for so long to slip a little, and give her a hint of what exactly I feel for her. I know the minute that she receives it as her arms tighten around my waist, a soft sigh escaping her. I’m unable to resist the impulse to lean down and claim her mouth, the taste of her is something that I’m rapidly becoming more and more addicted to.
Copyright Emily Morris 2017
I'm a thirty something woman who lives in the north of England. I have been a writer for as long as I can remember, creating stories both written and verbal since childhood. While studying at Edge Hill College, I got several poems published by a small publisher in the USA, and in Europe. I have been part of several writing groups, and done quite a few courses in a attempt to hone my writing skills further. I love reading different genres of fiction, knowing that the best way to develop my own writing, and my vocabulary is by exposing myself to the different ways that other people choose to describe things.
The most recent writing course that I've been part of, run by a published author, included a exercise in which we were challenged to read things that we would never usually even look at.
It inspired me to take up a challenge. Namely to attempt to read at least one book by every author which is stocked in my local library. I soon realised that I was being far too ambitious, especially given the fact that every library rotates their stock too often for me to keep track.
I've decided to instead attempt to read a book every day, starting with a author whose surname begins with A, and ending with a author whose surname begins with Z. It doesn't matter what the topic of the book is, or if it's fiction or non fiction, everything is useful for me at the minute.
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