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LJI: Sang Froid

The box fan in the window rattles, sucking in cold drops from a late February ice storm.  I barely feel it, my unexpectedly naked skin covered by his hands.

It's almost too hot in here.  The ice melts as it touches me.  I am doing this, taking this step, giving myself over to this flame....

A breath barely hovers between us.  This is right.  I know it is.  Just do it.  Do it now.

His breath is hot against my ear.  "Don't fall in love with me."

My blood freezes in an instant.  An instant later, I lose my virginity.

When I don't cry out, he calls me frigid.

He has no idea.

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( 7 comments — Leave a comment )
promiseoftin
Dec. 28th, 2016 04:15 pm (UTC)
Wow. I really am impressed by this piece.
vegawriters
Dec. 28th, 2016 04:32 pm (UTC)
Wow ...
adoptedwriter
Dec. 28th, 2016 07:22 pm (UTC)

Oh wow!

adoptedwriter
Dec. 28th, 2016 07:23 pm (UTC)

Oh wow!

rayaso
Jan. 1st, 2017 03:09 pm (UTC)
Really great -- I love what you did with this!
morettaallstar
Jan. 1st, 2017 09:45 pm (UTC)
So well constructed.
alycewilson
Jan. 2nd, 2017 12:46 pm (UTC)
Very sad and evocative.
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