He kissed her today.
At the mere
thought of his lips touching hers,
she felt her breath catch in
her throat,
and her heart escalate.
How was it that he could
do this to her?
Invoke these feelings in her?
She hadn't felt
anything like this for so long.
In her battle
with drug addiction,
she had replaced the morphine with work.
she
would work so hard, that when she went home,
she would fall into
bed
so exhausted that she would actually sleep.
She absently
touched her lips,
as she thought once again of the kiss.
She
had held his face in her hands,
and felt the stubble rough against
her palms.
She had watched as his eyes reflected back
her
desire for him, matching her own in their intensity.
"Michael
Scofield, how did you break into my heart"?
She whispered
softy, a small smile touching her mouth.
How was it that he had
gotten in?
That was a door
she had thought,
she would never again leave open...