A crash of lightning the roll of thunder The house creaks with the winds a small fire in the fireplace the electricity is out his face in the light is mysterious and cold she sits across the room a blanket keeps her warm he stand in the door dripping from rain she feels the breeze from the open door as he walks through she walks into the bathroom and returns with a towel he stands now closer she can see him now in the light his shirt is gone it hangs on the chair she hands him the towel he dries his wet body and stands near the fire he shivers from cold she returns to her spot on the floor by the wall he turns and faces her, blocking the light his body, a giant shadow against the fire he walks near her she feels a sudden chill she pulls the blanket tight around her body he sits beside her where she cannot see his face she shivers but not from cold she feels his hand slide up her back he touches her neck a chill runs through her body he kisses her shoulder she turns to see his face as he kisses her softly the fire dies, the room goes dark and all is stillBirth sign: Taurus
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