Margret didn't let go of Thomas's hand until they reached Maple street. Before them, they could see a street of untouched snow. The snow glimmered like glass shards. Margret had butterflies. She had just walked two blocks holding Thomas's hand. She could barely even pick up the shovel full of snow to clear the path with him. Something about Thomas made her feel protected. He made her feel safe. His eyes... they were just perfect. His lips, they looked so warm... so good. So... freezing cold. Wait... what? While staring at Thomas's dreamy face Margret had fallen face first into the snow. How could I be so stupid, Margret thought. "Whoa there, Marge! Let me help you up..." Said Thomas, offering her his bare, blue hand. She took his hand. What a firm grip, she thought as he pulled her up. He was slender but so muscular, built so perfectly. She brushed the snow from her rosy cheeks, and blushed even more. "I don't even know what happened... one minute I was shoveling snow, the next minute, WHAM! Must be the cold..." Margret lied. "That's okay, let's get you inside. You look like you need a break!". "I need a break?" Margret cried, "your hands are freaking blue for God's sake!". "I'm fine, you're the one who is falling over!".
Thomas motioned for Margret to follow him down the street. Where was he taking her? Margret followed Thomas down another snow-covered block, curious to see the surprise that Thomas was preparing for her. On Steiner Street, Thomas all the sudden turned into the forest. Margret was confused, but she was still too excited to think anything of it. She followed Thomas as he trampled through tall, dead bushes and fallen branches. Before she knows it, Thomas revealed what he had been waiting to show her.
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Frozen Heart
Любовные романыMargret is your average 15 year old, who has an undying love for neighbor boy, Thomas. How will Margret make her daydreams become reality?
