Cold! So cold!
Cynthia's mind repeatedly screamed as she rubbed her hands together, every so often bringing them to her mouth to blow on them in a desperate attempt to warm herself. On days like this, staying in a heated room would be the smartest choice.
She had just climbed the stairs to the second floor when suddenly, a large hand reached out from a side corridor and firmly gripped her small, cold hands. The heat radiating from the person's palm surged into her body like a wave of warmth.
She was startled and nearly cried out, but she immediately met the mischievous eyes of the man holding her hands. It had only been a few months, but somehow, he seemed even more handsome now, with sharper features and an air of arrogance.
