A Christmas Siren
When the woman touched Derek’s hand, a shiver ran through him. His heart froze as though he had fallen into icy water. The bar was deserted, him drinking alone and the bartender getting ready for closing. Silence and dim light enveloped the chairs already stacked on top of the tables.
Derek swallowed as he looked at her, experiencing a hot flush at her piercing brown eyes. She leaned close to him then, her full lips just touching his skin. Another shiver ran through him, this one more pleasant than the previous.
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