by Nikki Morgan
I was hurtling towards a collision, like a runaway train.
I fell back onto the door frame, defeated. My heart oscillating between ecstasy and misery.
Her left hand slowly moved over her the top of her leg and onto her hip. My eyes lingered upon the small sliver of pale flesh exposed as her white tee-shirt was displaced by the movement. I could feel an uncontrollable heat rising through my body as my eyes devoured that small slice of skin as it was removed from view then exposed again. Eventually my gaze was torn away as she lifted her arms to run her fingers through her hair, revealing the arch of her neck.
She turned, dropping her hair back down around her shoulders, a wide smile spreading across her face as her eyes locked on to mine. She continued to dance in front of me, her face alive with happiness, her eyes not moving from mine and shining with such an intensity that set me on fire. My body was aching for her.
There was no going back, for either of us.
And as I stood there, fixed to the spot, I knew that I should find the strength to walk away, pull back and save her the pain.
But she had my soul in the palm of her hands.
The pain of being close to her crucifies me but it also makes me feel alive, more alive than in the hundreds of years of being an angel. The beautiful pain and electrifying pleasure of being with her is something that I can't give it up. I'm not strong enough.
And then she was in front of me, dazzling like the stars. She took the mugs from my trembling hands and put them down on the table. She turned and grabbed me, dragging me right into the living room and I'm powerless under her touch. Electricity is surging through my body, scaring me and thrilling me in equal measure. She lets my hands drop and dances around me, completely unaware of the power she has over me.
And my heart starts to break apart as she pulls me in.
'Come on!' she pleaded, 'dance with me!' I shot a glimpse at the door, knowing that that was it; I should leave.
Then the music changed, and there was a melody in the air made of guitar and saxophone. Her arms slipped around my waist and I cannot breath. I cannot think. I felt her warmth as she moved in close. I let my hand trace the small of her back, down to the waistband of her shorts.
If I were a human, I'd probably be heading for Hell.
But as I'm an Angel of Death, it doesn't matter, I'll dance through the flames.
There's a storm coming, I can feel it in my bones, and like a ship with no sail, I'm heading straight for it.
I smiled and placed my other hand at the back of her head, pulling her in to me.
And my heart finally smashes in to a million pieces.
And they can never tear us apart, she sings to me.
But they will, I say, silently.
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Thank you for taking the time to read Everlong, I hope you enjoyed it!
Nikki xx
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About the Author
If I were a song, I'd be Doomsday by Kasabian.
If I were a film, I'd like to be one that has Christoph Waltz in it, or Al Pacino. Either would make me happy.
If I were a Boxset, I'd want it to be The Sopranos.
I love walking in the rain, especially if I've got nowhere to go.
Winter's my favourite time of year, it fits me, unlike summer when everyone thinks you should be happy. Happiness doesn't just appear because the suns out, life doesn't work like that.
I love reading - Harry Potter, Twilight, Memoirs of a Geisha, Da Vinci Code are all in my top ten. Don't make me choose one. That would be like asking me to choose between my children. It just wouldn't happen.
Discover other titles by Nikki Morgan at Amazon:
Blackthorn - Revenge of the Dragon Rider, a dark dystopian fantasy set in the near future
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Blackthorn-Revenge-Dragon-Nikki-Morgan-ebook/dp/B008QP4V2E
Book Two of the Everlong Trilogy will be available soon.
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