TITLE: Bittervine Trees
GENRE: Women's fiction
Kate is seeing her high-school sweetheart for the first time in six years. She hopes he will “heal” her wounds from an abusive relationship.
He pulled her closer. She wasn't sure which beat belonged to her heart.
“Frogs on your heart, huh?”
One of his hands moved up to her neck. “They've been there ever since I heard you were coming home.”
Saftey had a color, just like everything else. Safety was the green of Michael's eyes, the sun-bleached green of the grass by Harper's Barn. He'd never hurt her. He'd protect her. He'd make things better, like he had after her father died. He'd warm her and restart her. She'd come back to life with him. The sort of laughter too potent to ever be released built in her and she reached up a hand to touch his cheek. “It's so good to see you, Michael,” she said.
He murmured something that sent fire up her spine and made her press closer to him. The way he stared at her lips stopped her breath, until his mouth coaxed hers open and it came rushing back to mix up with his.
He tasted delicious, cinnamon mixed with chocolate and french vanilla and cherry. The colors started to come behind her eyes, darts and dots of all the colors in the world.
But something made a knot in her chest. Something pulled that knot tight. Then tighter. The colors turned black. She tried to get it back, kissed him harder, tightened her arms around his waist.
She floated backwards, part of her, the invisible part of her. She couldn't feel his kiss or anything else. Her mind fled the moment and him. It made time-jumping snippets of thoughts that left her shivering from the cold and not his touch.