Never

Jackie thought long and hard about what was about to happen. She loved her some Gabe. Gabe was sexy, strong, intelligent. He was as the old folks described “a tall glass of water.” She never thought she would love someone like Gabe.

Or that he would love her back.

Love was foreign to her.

Many men thought they loved Jackie. They didn’t. They loved the idea of her.

Not Gabe.

Gabe told her that he was in love.

That she was the one.

That she had to be his.

She knew too. She knew deep down in her heart that in this space where air felt so electric and love felt true. She knew that she belonged to Gabe. That she had to be his.

But, never.

Never in a million years did she think her life would be like this.

That she would be in love.

That she would be in lust.

That she would be in heaven.

With another woman’s man.

Gabe belonged to another woman.

He vowed his life and fidelity to another.

Then why was Gabe kissing her?

Licking her?

Tasting her?

Sucking her?

Making her moan…

His name.

As she’d never done.

When he knew that he could never.

Never be hers completely.

 

This post is part of the Daily Post. The word for today was never.