As I’m working on this no-sex story and still attempting to find the proper ending to the beginning, I’m sitting here at my computer and the randy thoughts are going rampant waiting to be let loose.

Before, I do anything I’m not supposed to, like rip characters clothes off or something along those lines, let me give you guys another little sneak peak.

“All my life, there’s been this big mystery: who are my parents? Why did they abandon me? What’s wrong with me? Whenever I ask Auntie Vi about them, I don’t get any answers. Not any real ones, anyway. It’s all ‘its best this way’ or ‘your mother loved you so much she did this to protect you’ or ‘the less you know, the better.’ Well, that’s all bullshit. Who was she, this mother of mine, and why did Auntie Vi never once mention my father? What did I need protection from? Why do I feel like since the moment I’ve been conceived, I’ve been unwanted? Oh, why oh why, is it better not knowing?” Salem’s bottled-up fears, all the unanswered questions, and festering doubts come pouring out in a torrent. There is no weight lifting from her chest because she finally dared let them escape; nope, there’s only an added layer of shame that seems to engulf her. All her life, she’s been terrified because something must be horribly wrong with her if her own parents left her at birth; she’s lacking somehow. Well fuck them, and fuck fate too. It got it wrong this time.”

“See all fucking bullshit cycling around and round without any answers. I have no foundation to be someone’s fated mate.”

Salem barks out a laugh.

“Auntie Vi never has any relationship that lasts longer than the flesh, so how can she tell me Thane is my destiny. Would she even know if destiny appeared as a six-foot-something man on her doorstep?” More shame, guilt, and remorse fill her when she utters these words.