#Chapter7

: Frigid Reminiscence

The same warmth that her touch invoked me with so many times before, surged through me when she grabbed my hand and ran like her life depended on it.

I wasn’t paying much attention to anything in particular around me. Like before, my entire awareness was grasped by the warmness spreading through me. It was like she was radiating heat waves from her entire frame and they were streaming from her through my veins.

The feeling was not something uncomfortable. Not something that could break me. Rather, her hand was really soft and skinny. It was like something had crawled upto my stomach and was wiggling...