As a Multiple Sclerosis patient, it has become necessary for me to reinvent myself. I have ... and continue to ... refuse to lie down and die, or in this case, follow the normally prescribed drugs and treatments that do nothing to defeat my disease. I am not only surviving by pursuing alternatives, I am thriving. I do the things specialists told me I would never be able to do. I walk and hope to one day even run regularly. I retain my cognitive and creative abilities for the pleasure of my readers. Although you may never see me on my daily walk, you are welcome to read my novel(s) and in doing so, come to ask yourself, "How can the 'out of the box' protocol she has followed, help my loved one with an autoimmune disease like Multiple Sclerosis?"

Sizzling Kiss Entry

I shrieked at the cool water, trying to struggle free of his vice like grip, to no avail. Soon we were both laughing; I couldn’t remember the last time I had such abandoned silly fun. With all my training and fearing for my life there hadn’t been much time for that. After a minute I stopped laughing to find him staring at me with intense eyes. I could feel, and see—when I was able to take my eyes away from his—the energy all around us, tingling an electric heat where our skin touched. My arm was around his neck, and his around my back and under my legs as he held me in a cradled position. I could feel and hear his fast heartbeat in rhythm with my own.

“Keira, you have no idea what you do to me,” he said, shaking his head slightly.

“No I don’t. All I know is you’ve been treating me like a sister for the past couple months,” I said, breathing heavily.

He let my legs go and brought his free hand up to softly caress my cheek. I sighed. His tender touch ignited a thousand pangs of want in my stomach. Want that had been building layer upon layer over the time I’d known him. He kept the other arm securely around my lower back, holding me there.

“I thought if I did, things would be easier—We’re not supposed to be like this, you know,” he said quietly. I saw in his eyes that he was battling with himself. I didn’t know if he would kiss me or walk away. I held my breath, wishing with all my heart for him to stay.

He slid his hand from my cheek to tangle his fingers through my hair and I saw the moment he gave up the battle.

“Maybe just a taste,” he whispered as he slowly dropped his head and lightly brushed his lips across mine. The tingling radiated throughout my whole body, making my legs feel like jello. His lips pressed against mine, parting, taking the kiss a little deeper, but still soft and slow. My head spun with pleasure, the waves gently swayed us as we stood, wrapped up in each other and in the moment. I intertwined my fingers into his thick wavy hair, taking the kiss deeper. He pressed my body to his and I noticed how perfectly we seemed to fit, as if he were made for me and I for him. We eventually ended the kiss, opening our eyes to gaze at each other with labored breathing. He spoke first, breaking the silence.

“I should have kept treating you like a sister,” he said.

His words shocked me even more, “What, why?”

“Because after that, I won’t be able to give you up.”

I smiled, and felt weightless by the feeling his words put in my heart.

“Good, because I don’t want you to.”

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