He squeezed her waist as he pulled her closer. Desire arced faster than her addiction to the familiar pull she'd try to resist and fail, willingly giving him another piece of her soul. She knew he was as bad for as the acrid smoke he exhaled into the air.
She wanted him to take her to the peak of passion, knowing he'd crush her with his words or actions moments later.
He loved her.
She loved him.
It was complicated. Sometimes who you loved wasn't always good for you. Love addictions are so hard to break-
Copyright © Nichelle Gregory, 2011
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I want to thank fellow author Jude Mason for inspiring me to try my hand at flashers... mega short stories of a hundred words or less! I'm not sure I did it right, but Bad Love clocks in at ninety-six words! Writing it was actually a welcome creative break from what I'm currently working on. I hope you enjoyed it!
Three cheers for the weekend!