"I Bring the Heat Even When It’s Cold"
Snow was falling outside, turning the city into a quiet, frozen dream.
But inside the rooftop bar, she walked in like summer in a red dress.
Everyone looked — not because she tried, but because she glowed.
He was by the fireplace, sipping whiskey, wrapped in layers.
She walked straight to him, lips curved like a dare.
“No coat?” he asked, surprised.
She smiled. “I bring the heat even when it’s cold.”
He laughed, but something about her made him sweat.
Their eyes danced longer than their words.
“I don’t do small talk,” she whispered, leaning closer.
“Good,” he replied. “I don’t do average nights.”
Her fingers brushed his.
It was electric.
The fire in the room dimmed in comparison.
He leaned in, unable to resist.
And just like that…
Winter melted around them.
And all that remained was her warmth…
Unapologetic. Untouchable. Unforgettable.
Post a Comment