he drops her off at the door
but, not without one last, imploring look
enticing cobalt eyes glinting like freshly thawed ice under sunlight
ice
ice
as in ice rink, ice skating
ice
ice
she regains her senses from where they lay curled in his hands
pecks him on the cheek with an apologetic smile
"sorry, babe
next time"
the corners of his full lips turn up
if only slightly
at the endearment
she knows his 'pouting' is all for show
she didn't mind
she found it adorable
how doting and lovey-dovey he could be
that frigid, cool façade was simply that
a façade
unable to help herself
she reaches up
lets her fingers trail down his pale cheek
he looks down at her through long, light lashes
she kisses him
a chaste, stolen thing
despite their other kisses, which had been
passionate and demanding
vehement and fiery
all consuming
this kiss makes her heart flutter
she's always hated that phrase
until now
knowing that there was no other way to describe it
her heart had become a butterfly
wings shivering and twitching
erratic
in a wonderful sort of way
"what was that for?"
his eyes are half-closed
"i have to have a reason, now?"
he blinks slowly
as if awakening from a dream
"no, but . . . ?"
she traces the curve of his jaw tenderly
"i love you, that's what it was for"
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into the woods (on hold)
Short Story*on hold until further notice* she took off her shoes and walked into the woods she felt lost and found with every step she took and she explored things she never would have dared to before
