*Summer*
It is madness to welcome the kiss but welcome his kiss I do anyway. I have gone years without feeling anything, without truly feeling at all, until I had run from the church and embraced my mission of rescuing children.
As filled with risk as the endeavor is turning out to be, I feel a measure of excitement and anticipation bursting through my chest each time I receive a message from a woman stating she is willing to meet.
The exhilaration will grow as I wander the streets toward the designated meeting place; the satisfaction is immense when I finally have the children in hand.
But everything I feel during all of those moments pales when compared with the elation rushing through me now, causing my heart to beat with wild abandon, my skin to tingle, and my toes to curl.
I do
