Through her haze, Winter could finally see Chris. His soaked hair draped over his forehead, concealing half of those penetrating dark eyes.Her chest tightened painfully. She bit down hard, refusing to let herself cry, but tears were already welling up, turning her eyes red.Thinking of all the hurt and anger she had carried these past few days, she let out a broken sound and bit down on Chris’s shoulder.Even when the taste of blood spread across her tongue, the pressure in her chest did not ease. Instead, her resistance only incited him, drawing out a more relentless, forceful demand.Chris supported her with one arm and gripped the back of her neck with the other, forcing her head up to meet his kiss.He gently wiped the moisture from her lashes, and when she looked up, her eyes were still sharp and clear, filled with unmistakable hatred.He gave a quiet, cold laugh, a sound like ice breaking in a winter storm, and the chill of it made Winter instinctively curl in on herself.
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