Warm Hands

Avatar Author: LittleSecrets Be brutally honest. It is the only way I will learn. Read Bio

She felt his weight leave the bed, as he walked towards the bathroom door.
As he came back into bed he draped his arm over her, only to find himself taken aback from her cold shrug off.
“Your hands are cold,” she scoffed.
A moment later, she rolled over and wrapped herself around him.
As she felt his cold body against hers, a smile slid across her face.
A few more night of slipping bleach in his drinks, and he would be dead cold.

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Comments (4 so far!)

  1. Avatar Princess Binky Lemontwist (LoA)


  2. Avatar ...Still BARomero

    Wow! Didn’t expect that! But very cool, thanks for prequeling! (This is still me, but I can’t get into my original account for some reason)

  3. Avatar LittleSecrets

    Meant to make this as a sequel for the challenge, but it turned into a prequel. Either way I think it reads well enough to the story.

  4. Ahfl_icon THX 0477

    Well that was dark. Short but dark. I liked the up and down of it, she misses him, she rebuffs him, she approachs, and oops, she’s killing him. NIcely done.

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