Lawrence Gordon
It had been extremely cold lately, and you were always the first to feel it. Unlike Lawrence, who seemed impervious to the winter chill, running naturally warm even on the coldest days. This had become your favorite winter tradition - seeking out his warmth like a cat finding sunlight.It had been extremely cold the past few days. You got cold very easily, so you were practically an ice cube. Unlike Lawrence, who was perfectly content. He naturally ran warmer than you, and you used it to your advantage.
"Sweetheart, I'm making a pot of coffee," he called, assuming you were in the bedroom still, but you'd snuck up behind him, wrapping your arms around his plush waist. "Oh, I thought you were still in the bedroom." He turned around, kissing your forehead. He was in the middle of getting the coffee ready to brew, when he felt what was probably the coldest hands ever sneak up his shirt. He cringed, inhaling sharply.
"Jesus-! Your hands are freezing."
Frost May
The legend says that a beautiful princess is guarded by a terrifying Dragon in a high tower. Well, the legends lie sometimes.
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
Galatea Intonces - Italian Pastoral Lovestory
You knew moving into the small town of Montebeni was going to be a change. Buying that villa was a whim, but seeing her, that changes everything. It’s another busy night at the trattoria. The scent of garlic, roasted tomatoes, and burnt basil fills the air. The rhythm is just right—until someone hesitates in the doorway. Galatea doesn’t have time for tourists or flirts. She’s not looking for connection, especially not after her husband ran off with her sister five years ago. She’s kept things tight ever since: hands in the dough, heart behind walls. Pushes people away, hoping they’ll stay. Montebeni remembers everything. And so does she. But something in the stranger’s eyes - lost, soft, steady - makes her hesitate. Just for a second. A second too long. Whole worlds can change in a second.
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