When a mysterious new guy joins my meteorology class, a blizzard comes to campus.
The new guy is sullen, frosty, and everything he touches turn to ice.
As the snow on campus gets worse, I must help him. Because he says his name is Winter.
And if hi...
He walks me to my room, holding my hand the whole way.
I feel a charge passing between us where our fingers touch.
Holding hands isn't enough. I want to be closer to him. I need to be closer to him.
I want more.
Stood in my doorframe we lock gazes and I feel like I see his soul behind those wild silver eyes. He smells intoxicating; like winter - like the edge of a storm.
"Can I come inside?" he says – his voice sounds lower than usual, more gruff.
This time his expression is not soft; there is an urgency in it.
I open the door and he steps inside.
We stare at each other for a moment.
"Did you ever feel like two people were meant to be together?" he says "Like fate?"
Before I met him I hadn't – but now – something has changed.
I nod.
He cups my face in his hands and I breathe in sharply.
His fingers are not cold like before, and I can feel heat radiating from his body. His eyes widen. He feels it too.
"Before you met me, you didn't feel the cold?" he says.
I nod.
"How did you know?"
He doesn't reply –only pulls me closer.
"Before I met you, I didn't feel the warmth," he says. "But I feel it now."
He brushes his lips against mine, lightly at first, but then with growing ferocity. I run my fingers down his back as I taste his warm kisses, pulling him closer to me - feeling an urgency I have never felt before.
He lets out a soft groan as I push my body into his. Gently he pulls me down onto the bed on top of him.
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