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Sasha
I’m barely out of the water, trying to get to the door as quickly as humanly possible without slipping on the ice from all the water people have tracked in and out.
Then Lillian turns and tackles me, low and hard.
Unstoppable, which I always suspected about her.
I don’t have a chance.
We hit the snow together, tumbling, my bare skin grabbing it up.
I swear my heart’s never accelerated this fast.
Lillian’s still holding on to me, her arms wrapped around my bare stomach and one hand hovering on me.
I’m immobilized by the cold.
That’s what Lillian must see, not me totally still under her touch.
I’m willing to lie here if her momentum slows and she meets my eyes.
Her skin’s warm when everything else is ice.
Yet all my senses have latched on to her hand touching the bottom edge of my top.
Her hand that I want to slow down, to keep tracking upward, to press me into the snow.