He winced as his fingers turned to ice. The frozen chip on her shoulder perplexed him. Was it something he did? Something he said? Didn't say or do? He shrank back and stared at length at the smooth curve of her neck and shoulder; her hair, cold, wet and dripping down her back; her satin-smooth, bloodless back.
The tear drop that escaped her bloodshot eye froze on her long-lashed lid. The sharp breath she let out when she felt his warm fingers froze in a blue mist around her face. The cold spread to her chest and tautened her aching breasts. If she turns cold enough, perhaps her heart would stop beating. Perhaps she'd stop feeling that pain.
And perhaps he wouldn't turn away. Perhaps he would gather his courage and touch her again. Perhaps he could melt her...
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Ins its still summer your know... Just kidding... This was just awsome... But why is it that Offlate most of your work revolves around someone waiting for another but somehow never finding that person!!! But still just hoping for something!!
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