Yuletide Mischief
“Central park. Though it was usually filled with people, it had snowed a few days earlier and now the beautiful landscape was an ice-encrusted mess of murky grays and blacks blended in with the once-pristine white.“Damn human woman,” he muttered. In a fit of rage he punched the center of the tree closest to him, and it cracked in half like it was made of matchsticks. Before the large tree could fall, he snapped his fingers angrily and the tree was its old self once more. He continued walking, though marching like he was in military drills was more like it. Vivienne elicited feelings in him that he certainly didn’t like. He had flings, nothing more, but that was not what he felt when he kissed her. It was like an electric shock, a punch to the heart and groin.Why do I want to do it again and again? he wondered to himself. There had been many women in his life who kissed him and it was nice, but nothing like her kiss had been. Something about her knowing his faults and seeing his true se...lf appealed to him.MoreLess
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