It’s been cold lately. The weather is freezing, turning your cheeks red, but it doesn’t compare to how cold you feel next to Evelyn. Her icy eyes make your blood stop flowing, covering your skin with unpleasant goosebumps. You can’t believe she’s the same person who used to make your face flush in two. But you knew it was coming, and you hate letting Evelyn’s attitude get under your skin.

It’s a spell… or even curse. You know you shouldn’t come to her place anymore, shouldn’t give in to your desires, shouldn’t let her do anything she wants to you, but you can’t stop yourself. It’s like your body doesn’t listen to your mind and controlled by higher powers. It’s a curse to pretend being her friend… but it would’ve been worse if you were her girlfriend…

“You’re here…” Evelyn mumbles before lighting a cigarette between her sharp rosy lips. She doesn’t even look at you. Suddenly, your cheeks burn. Outer cold is mixed with inner warmth creating a real hell right on your skin. Your body craves her soft yet masculine hands on you.