Lee_Hazel

Sometimes stuff makes you do despicable deeds.

As of this moment, I am dumbfounded by the leather jacket held out to me. If I were not soaking wet, shivering with a cold, and going red due to fever, I would happily waste his attempt at being a gentleman.

His biceps twitched as he held out the jacket further while he pitched his voice. How dare he command me?

It can’t be possible that my wavering hands are reaching out for the jacket that is drenched with the scent of pure leather. Maybe my hands are naive or my vision is blurred or my senses are blocked as I am reaching out for something out of reach.

I shut my eyes. Maybe I am just dreaming.

Suddenly he wraps my shoulders with his jacket. I want to take it all in: the warmth, the pleasure, and the gist. All of his kindness seems to be a fantasy. Am I still alive?
The warmth brings on realization and my eyes snap open. What am I doing with my enemy by my side?

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