Chapter 2: The Heat in the Cold
330 Words
The silence of the forest was thick, broken only by the sound of our breathing. He didn't let go, and strangely, I didn't want him to. His coat smelled like sandalwood and rain—a scent that felt more like 'home' than any place I had ever lived.
"You’re trembling," he murmured. His voice was a low growl that vibrated against my chest, sending a new kind of shiver down my spine. It wasn't the cold anymore. It was him.
I looked up, meeting those molten-gold eyes again. "I... I'm fine. Just a bit shaken."
He didn't look convinced. Instead of pulling away, he reached up, his large, warm hand cupping my cheek. His skin was rough but his touch was incredibly gentle. For a second, the betrayal of my ex-boyfriend vanished. The city, the lies, the pain—it all felt a million miles away. There was only this man, this moment, and the strange electricity humming between us.
"No one should be out here alone on Christmas Eve," he said, his thumb tracing my lower lip so lightly it made my breath hitch. "Especially not someone as beautiful as you."
The way he looked at me... it was as if he had been searching for me his entire life. I felt a sudden, desperate urge to lean into him, to let his strength swallow me whole. My heart was hammered against my ribs, and for the first time in hours, I felt alive.
"Who are you?" I whispered, my voice barely audible.
He leaned in closer, his forehead resting against mine. Our breaths mingled in the frozen air. "Someone who was never supposed to find you," he breathed, "but now that I have... I don't think I can ever let you walk away."
Before I could respond, a distant howl echoed through the trees. His body went rigid, his eyes flashing with an intensity that should have scared me, but instead, it made my blood race with excitement.
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