This woman who was barely alive made me feel like a live wire, a lit fuse raw with power. I hadn’t even kissed her, and I felt like roaring, like beating my chest and crowing with glory. All because the ice queen didn’t realize it yet, but the thaw had started and soon, so fucking soon I could almost taste her––something warm and plummy like wine––on my tongue. Soon, she’d be mine. For one kiss, one hour, one night, I didn’t fucking care.
