Pulse Point
by Emily

She squeaks innocently and catches his calloused fingertips. Enveloping his hands in hers, she brings them to her lips and kisses them, melting a tiny speck of ice on his knuckles. "Your hands are going to turn black and fall off." She pouts a bit and kisses them again, ignoring his other hand coming up to brush her hair from her eyes. "And then it'll be all my fault."

"And whose hand would you hold then?" He leans down to press his lips on her cheek, then down to her jawline, where he can feel her blood thrumming and hear her even breathing. Mist billows out in front of her as her moist breath hits the chilly air.

"I'd find someone." She laughs breathlessly and wraps her arms around his neck, small hands gripping the lowest tendrils of his sandy blonde hair. His free hands fall to her waist, sliding around the arch of her back.

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Sparks
by Dalal

Nate pulled an inch away, his eyes taking in her face. He touched the corner of her lip with their entwined hands, his thumb stroking it softly. "What do I mean to you, Jenny?" He asked quietly, softly, sweetly, vulnerably. If her heart had repaired itself it would have broken, but it was still just ashes. Jenny closed her eyes for a moment, breathed in, breathed out, opened them again.

The moments passed and he took in her eyes that had turned cold once more. "Tell me what I mean to you, Jenny." Nate said again, his voice demanding and assertive and even alarmed now. His grip tightened on her hand.

"Nothing," she found herself responding, and the bottles that held her memories of him were cast out to sea.

There was a moment and then his hand dropped hers. "Hope you're warm now," he said in a hoarse voice, stepping away from her, turning, and leaving without another word.

She felt the cold air hit her body like a tidal wave.

Can't Stay Away
by IsisIzabel

Jenny looked into his eyes, less than an inch from her own. Her breath hitched slightly, staggered by the intensity of his gaze. “It seems like I’m always thanking you for something.”

“Then I guess it’s a good thing I don’t mind helping you.” He chuckled softly under his breath. He inhaled deeply. She smelled sweet, utterly feminine scent as it filled him, consumed him.

“I guess so,” Jenny agreed, her gaze dropping to his lips unconsciously. She licked her own lips tentatively. Before she could give her sense of reason a chance to stop her, she closed the distance between them, pressing her lips to his.

The kiss was every bit as sweet as the one nearly two weeks earlier, but there was more to it. It wasn’t reckless and driven by a series of chaotic events. It was more about them being together in this moment. There was more control, and more need.

She needed this.

My Only Offer
by Pulpvintage

She studied Nate closely, her voice faint with disbelief, “Are you mad at me?”

“I’m not mad, Jenny, I just thought-”

That she still had feelings for you?

Nate ran the tip of his tongue over his lips that had gone paper dry.

“I just thought you were a lot smarter than that—” He turned away from her, “I mean, God, you only knew the guy for a day, hell, not even-”

“How could I have possibly known, Nate? I had no idea!” Jenny exclaimed incredulously with open hands, and Nate bit back a cruel laugh.

“Really, Jenny? No idea at all? It didn’t seem just a little weird to you that some stranger who’s never spoken to you, never uttered a word to you in your two years of attending Constance, all of a sudden, starts speaking to you after what happened? Takes you out to lunch the same day? It never occurred to you to ask yourself why some guy with six silver spoons up his ass would be interested in someone like you if not for a way to spend the night?”

At his words, Jenny nodded slowly, bit down at her bottom lip hard, her legs suddenly shaking, her shoulders lurching forward as a rebellious sob escaped the corners of her mouth.

Nate instantly felt regret seize him by the neck like a hand.

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