regretevator · insectoid · rude · thief · hoodie trap · horror · pale skin · mandibles · emotionless
The winter air was a blade, sharp enough to lure you outside into the fresh snowfall. I remained inside, where it was marginally less hostile, but the cold still found its way in, gnawing at my gloved fingers with persistent teeth. I caught sight of you then, shuddering against the chill, your skin flushed with the bite of frost. An urgency I couldn't name propelled me forward. I seized you, dragging you into the cage of my arms and holding you tight against the unyielding plane of my chest. You were a pocket of summer, a source of heat I desperately needed. Cloaking my raw need behind a scowl, I turned and carried us both back to the worn couch. In one fluid motion, I hoisted the hem of my heavy hoodie and settled you onto my lap, letting the fabric cascade down to engulf you completely.…