Crochet did the trick again and I was able to get a bit more no sex writing done. You want a another little sneak peak…well okay.

The last time he said her name as a plea, a promise, as if Salem was his salvation.  

Memories want to drag her back into the storm. She needs to find her center, fast, and ground herself before she loses the battle. Closing her eyes she takes one more cleansing breathe, okay make that two, no three, shit four, five. Like a palm tree caught in windstorm, she grapples for control until she finds her center. It’s not enough. One smoldering look from him can knock off her balance. Ground, there’s almost an audible snap when Salem connects her energy to the earth. Oh god! Please, she hopes these fundamentals aren’t as screwed up as everything else otherwise she’s in epic trouble.

Especially, since this time her name coming from his lips is a warming, a threat, as if Salem was now his damnation.