Into the Fire

This is a brief snippet from my WIP, Chapter 20 – mostly told from first person male POV. The tale of a love story . . . 

If I ever fantasized about being a teenager again or in my 20s and feeling those sensational attractions and lusty results – which I honestly did not fantasize about ever – these feelings concerning Sara reminded me of them with one difference. Without Savanna Dade in the mix, I relished every lustful contact I made. And, ugly as it is and was, I didn’t care about anyone else’s feelings but my own. I wanted the satisfaction of those sexual romps, experimenting with each female I had the pleasure of seducing. The stark difference I was discovering in my current state of mind? I wanted to treat Sara with a respect she could recognize, which meant something to her, that she could know was definitely not the same as I’d always been or done. I guess I wasn’t really very good at it. Yet.

Father, apart from you, I can do nothing. Thank you for words and characters, stories of love. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.