Love Notes [under construction]
an excerpt

“Don’t think.”
It was a command, but she wasn’t sure why she had said those particular words, for a moment. But looking at David, she realized what she had meant to say. Tess had spent months, even years, penning herself up and conforming to what others wanted her to be, what they saw in her. Based on that thought, she became someone new every day, a thousand divided personalities—the devoted housewife, the loving family member, the passionate yet strict teacher, the high school girl that couldn’t seem to escape her past. Every time, going back to the rules. Such an obedient child, not lashing out or rebelling against anyone, at least not while they were looking. The weight of her prolonged obedience crushed Tess, flattened her until she felt as if the world were rotating eternally on her shoulders, like Atlas. Such a martyr. Such a good girl.
Now she understood, and sought to bring it all crashing to the ground. Without thinking, almost without breathing, Tess drew close to David, put her long-fingered violinist hands around his neck, and kissed him desperately as if the world were coming to an end. She could feel him hesitating on the other end, not sure where this was going, looking down the unexplored path and wondering whether to take it or go the familiar, comforting route and pull away and remind her that they were two mature people, that they could never be anything more than student and teacher. For once, perhaps, he thought he could be the mature one. But she could feel his need, pungent and hot in the air between them, deafening and heavy as hers was.
“Don’t think,” she said into his ear, repeating, reminding; then she put her lips on his again, holding on for dear life, dove back into the depths of lust, not looking back.