slowly she approached him holding a letter containing all her thoughts and feelings she couldn’t bare his gaze not daring to look up, afraid of the ice in his eyes. ice mirroring the celeste and lavender of her dress, like the blizzard silently raging inside her heart when their hands briefly brushed.
“your hands are cold”, he noticed and the warm orange blossom scent had her remember the longing almost forgotten. he took her hand, heating it gently, setting her ablaze, melting away the cold in her core, drawing her in. she could not leave.
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