Wet glass mirrors my face under the streetlight. Blue beanie clings, ridiculous. Cold seeps into bones. Fingers numb. Bus shelter hums with exhaustion: silent students, man in long gray coat, black briefcase gripped tight, old woman shivering in down.
Bus growls up. I board, heart thudding. Later, outside Rafe’s building. Windows glow yellow. His shadow moves. Pulse races. Fingers tremble on phone. ‘I’m here. Can I come up?’
The Fever
Why? To talk.
His reply: No.
Ice floods veins. Fingers to toes numb. Beg: 70km for you. Please.
Gone. Lights out. He watches from dark. Tears burn cheeks, hot trails down cold skin. Sob rips throat. Heart shreds.
Bar stool cold under ass. Choco hot on tongue. Voice: ‘We know each other?’
Wil. Cheek kiss. Woody scent hits nostrils, stirs gut. Hair golden under lamps. Eyes pierce.
‘Rafe rejected me.’ Tears prick. Sneeze stings nose.
He tingles glass to mug. Fingers brush cheek, slide hair. Lips cool on mine. Shiver racks body.
Spill it all. Rafe loves me. I don’t. Friendship only. Broke him. Guilt claws chest.
His hand traps wrist. Heat pulses under palm. Heart hammers. ‘Couch or bed.’
Treason stings. But skin craves. Fingers lace his. Warmth spreads.
Outside, stranger’s voice: ‘You’re cursed.’ Eyes lock. Gone. Coat flaps, briefcase swings. Bus man.
Wil’s door shuts. Heat cranks. Bed sinks under me. Drapes cocoon. Lips graze. Breath quickens.
His mouth claims. Tongue invades. Hands strip. Skin prickles, nipples harden. Heat builds low.
Naked. Bodies clash. Sweat beads. Cock hard against thigh. Pulse thunders ears.
Fever peaks. Need consumes.
Wil pins me. Mouth crushes lips. Bruising. Teeth nip. Growl vibrates chest.
Hands roam. Grip ass, spread thighs. Fingers plunge wet cunt. Gasp rips out. Slick heat floods.
The Blaze
Tongue laps breasts. Sucks nipple hard. Arch back. Heart slams ribs.
Down belly. Hot breath on clit. Tongue flicks. Thrusts deep. Moan echoes. Hips buck.
Cock presses entrance. Thick. Urgent. Shove in. Stretch burns sweet. Walls clench.
Thrusts savage. Skin slaps skin. Sweat drips. Nails rake back. Breath ragged.
Deeper. Harder. Cock hits core. Fire spirals. But flame gutters. No peak.
He grunts, spills hot inside. Collapse. Empty. Skin still scorches, heart slows.
Whisper: ‘That man at cafe?’
Wil mumbles. ‘Blonde bombshell.’ Laughs. Hand cups pussy. Fingers lazy.
Doubt creeps. But sleep pulls.
Wake gasping. Dark. Heart explodes chest. Presence watches. Skin crawls. Eyes strain shadows.
Crack splits night. Wil stirs, snores. Tremors quake body. Three AM.
Dawn. Flee to cafe. Phone: missed call. Three AM. Silence plays.
Vomit burns throat.
Back. Man at counter. Eyes drill soul. ‘Sit.’ Briefcase snaps open. Photos: twisted voids.
‘You’re cursed. She devours. Felt her? In dark?’
Laughter bubbles. ‘Blonde,’ barman sneers.
Months pass. Wil ghosts. Rafe suicides.
Now, always feel her. Skin tingles. Heart races. Shadows possess. Fire gone forever.