The Weather Girl

The Weather Girl

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"I know your secret, Storm." Someone calls out, and I know that voice from anywhere by now. I turn around to be met with a shivering Shane. He pulls his coat closer to him but that won't do him any good. My pissed off mood has a cold November afternoon turned into a growing snow storm. "I don't know what you're talking about. Goodbye Shane." Walking away, I'm grabbed, and spun around into his embrace. "You, Storm Sanders can alter the weather with your emotions." I hold in my gasp at how the hell he knew that, but my wide eyes give away my curiosity causing Shane's smirk to grow. "Oh sweetheart, I can turn your snow storm into a blizzard with the snap of my fingers."
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I stared dead on into her dark crimson filled eyes. My heart beating rapidly in my chest as I suddenly broke out into cold sweat with the fear and lust, that seemed to overwhelm me when she had that look in her eyes, and by the way that her eyes narrowed as a growl erupted from her throat, I knew for a fact she could tell I was scared out of my mind. But I had to stand my ground; I knew I could not let her tear herself away from me when my life was nothing but a lie, I had no one, Only her. I cautiously wrapped my arm around her waist pulling her towards me testing to see if she would suddenly loose her control on her animal like instincts but found she did not as I cupped her cheek with my other hand. She slowly lowered her head down towards my neck and drew in a slow breath. I buried my face in her raven black hair and breathed in her sweet scent of honey suckle, causing me to moan with satisfaction. Even with the cold rain drops hitting her icy skin causing me to shiver, it wasn't from the cold. It was from the warmth I could feel radiating off her un-beating heart, and into my soul.

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