He leans past her, opening the freezer. He pulls out a bottle of sports drink and pours himself a glass, then reaches into the ice bin. He scoops a handful of cubes, the clinking sound sharp in the quiet kitchen. He drops them into his glass, then takes a long, slow drink, his eyes never leaving hers."Better?" he asks, his voice dropping an octave."Much," she whispers."Good. Because I'm not planning on letting you go again until it's time for that plane."Before she can respond, he sweeps her off her feet, her glass clattering onto the counter as he carries her toward the bedroom, his eyes promising a night that would burn far hotter than any victory.Inside, the moon is a voyeuristic spectator, hanging like an oversized bulb in the Toronto sky, casting a silver glow over the bed.Elias pulls a single cube of ice from the glass. Without a word, he pops it into his mouth. The shock of the cold is instantaneous, numbing his tongue as he rolls it against the roof of his mouth, prepari
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