Rekindling An Old Flame Novels & Stories

After a bit, he asked, "If you were reborn, how did I die last time?" When Zach asked this, Cecilia hid her surprise. She looked at him sadly and walked toward the big window, "You only lived to be fifty-five back then. Madelyn poisoned you after we got married. I had to raise our kid alone. Now I'm back, and it's like getting a second chance to be with you. Our meeting again feels like it's meant to be. When I was in danger, seeing you first after opening my eyes felt so right. Zach, even if you don't remember the past, that's okay. I'll stay with you and help bring back your memories. This time, no one will split us up again."

He said. “Hmm…” I hummed as I blushed listening to him. “At that moment I was hit with inspiration and wrote a song about you. It needs more work to reach perfection but do you wanna hear it?” he asked me. “Okay,” I said excitedly. “What’s the title?” I asked him. “It’s called, ‘You are my FLAME’.” He answered with a smile watching me getting all excited. “What does that mean?” “Well, FLAME is an acronym. Each word denotes something.” Grabbing my hand and spreading my fingers with his.

Sabrina smirks. I roll my eyes, ignoring her sexual innuendo as I riffle through my drawers, looking for something sexy to wear. I grab my favorite red lingerie set and head to my bathroom, needing to shower the dirt and grime from today away. From the outside, people might think that we are in love with each other, but both Sabrina and I know we aren't compatible with one another outside of our friendship. Yes, we had mind-blowing sex, but it didn't alter us. We've always been this way. We've always flirted and joked with each other; we've always teased each other. It's who we are. Sabrina is my soulmate, but she isn't the person I'm meant to fall in love with. She isn't my Josh, or my Jace

“Pain knows no gender or age “ I remind myself. I realize immediately how much I need this Therapy, earlier today I made a decision not to see the Therapist ever again because it has always been a struggle to open up or revisit old memories. My therapist says I’ll heal in due time but firstly, I’d have to admit to myself that I am really hurt and also willing to get better. I tried to stay so busy all day so there is no spare time to ponder on everything that has been going on, but some thoughts are hard to avoid. I am stuck between the feeling of gratitude that I have my first love back with me and regretting her return because it’s opening up already almost healed wounds. I guess I need

Memory hadn't served him well when he'd recalled those sensations, and now he was eager to pursue them again. As they played and renewed their old intimacy and familiarity, it was as though the difficulties of the past had never happened, as though they were still together and yet almost for the first time. As their passions slowly mounted and their bodies prepared for the inevitable sexual intercourse, their old erotic techniques came back to them, and they worked to arouse each other.

I don't know but it burns bright hot. He returns the kiss with an even hotter passion, and I moan, feverish with naked lust. It ignites easily between us like a kindling match. Then it roars into a furnace and I burn. I burn for him. So bright, it is a wonder I haven't burned out yet. I doubt I ever would. He would never let me. He would always rekindle me. As I would him. I moan into his mouth, I let the quilt around my waist fall. I had put on my jeans earlier but it wouldn't pose any resistance to this.

"Clara, I can't deny the past, the pain we've both experienced. But perhaps, we can try to move forward. To rebuild what was lost." In that moment, their lips met in a passionate kiss, igniting a fire that had long lain dormant. The intensity between them was undeniable, the chemistry that had once bound them together rekindled. They shared a hot and electric moment, lost in their shared history and the longing for what once was.

The more he does these small gestures the more I fall in love with him. I don't know what I would do if I would lose him again. I try to shake those thoughts out of my mind because neither one of us plans on letting anyone come between us again. I smiled up at him and rested my head on his shoulder as we walked toward our destination.

Perhaps the spark between them had faded before, but their intertwined fates had rekindled it. The closeness between them slowly reignited a flame, not a blazing fire that scorched but a gentle warmth that thawed the icy barriers of their past conflict. Brandon had patiently cared for Rachel until she could walk again. She had no doubt about his feelings, but she still didn’t know if they would remain together. “Rachel?” Brandon suddenly called her name. “Yes?” Rachel’s voice was almost a whisper. When she met his intense gaze, it felt like butterflies fluttered wildly in her stomach.