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"It's a weird thing isn't it? To touch someone and feel like you're on fire when it's your fingertips that are freezing cold. They shiver on their own as I run them down your neck, your collarbones, the dip between and you huff, half at how agonizingly slow the touch is and half at how incredibly it affects you, makes you fall apart without realisation. It is all so elevating, the hair at the nape of your neck stand, my skin ripples in goosebumps and yours follows the effect. There is a fingertip, cold, nimble and long in the middle of my back. It splays up and runs down till I shiver, back arching into you and I part my mouth from yours in a whimper. It really is weird, isn't it? I break fo

Episode 25 June pov What did I just hear now?, Goosebumps wash all over my body producing a vibrational resonance in me. My jaw clinched. I tried standing firm to the ground but the shock broke my hands,his phone trying to slip away off my hands but he came cutting me off, hanging my hands up to my ear. I drew closer to him,my whole body, wanting to glue to him. My eyes piercing into his.

A disturbed hive. Around eleven, I have to get up to get a file from the cabinet behind her. I pass so close that the hem of my jacket brushes her arm. She freezes, breath held. The skin of her forearm breaks out in goosebumps. I see it. I see it, and a wave of dark, immediate satisfaction washes through me. I linger a second too long, breathing the air she has warmed. Then I step back, as if burned.

I rolled my eyes and went closer to him. I raised my thumb to his mouth, I gently cleaned off the smudge. His eyes were on me the entire time. As soon as I touched his lip, I felt the same strange sensation I felt the other day. My body was immediately covered with goosebumps. What is happening to me? Why am I so attracted to him?

I was trapped, both by my own desires and by the fear of losing him. His breath was fire against my skin, each exhale sending goosebumps racing down my neck. I was trembling—and it wasn’t just the cold anymore. It was the heat. The kind of heat that wrapped around my spine, crept down between my legs, and settled there like a curse.

Goosebumps formed on my skin, and my fingers tightened around the edge, for other reasons. Marcus must have picked up on my emotions and stalled, his gaze lifted to mine, he kissed beneath the edge of the longest claw mark, his full mouth lava on my skin. Having his mouth anywhere near my skin made me hot, but between my thighs, it was another world. The book I'd been reading had a lot of action with mouths, tongues, and that place between a woman's thighs. The mere thought of Marcus tasting me there had my body shivering. He kissed my skin and pulled away to lean toward my

he tried pulling his finger out of me but, I stopped him. "No, Aiden please don't stop. I want this. I really do." he felt so bad for some reason. I trailed his hand with my fingers, I read alot about seductions because for some reason I was attracted to romance novels. I saw goosebumps on his skin and instantly knew it was working, my fingers trailed him from his hands, to his biceps, shoulder and i finally got to his back and down. He closed his eyes to relish the feeling of my nails on him.

I could feel them boring holes in my skin as he continues glaring dangerously at me. But after a few minutes, his furious gaze softened on my skin and I felt my heart beating faster as those familiar feelings resurfaced. I could feel the warmth on my bare skin, it penetrated through the soft fabric on my skin and it caressed my skin, leaving a wake of soft tingling and goosebumps. I could have fallen for this one more time. I was tempted to look back into his eyes and beg him to mark me and make me his.

Fear gripped me, sending shivers down my spine. Sensing the weight of the unknown bearing down upon me, I knew I had to leave the library and seek solace in the familiarity of my own space. With trembling hands, I gathered the books I had intended to study with, clutching them tightly as if they could shield me from the chilling reality that had just unveiled itself.

His hand remained glued to my head, the friendly scalp massage giving no undertone of anything out of the ordinary. I was sure at this point he could sense my distress. It was so obvious. My heart was pounding loudly, I was practically rubbing myself against him the more I readjusted. Goosebumps were all over my body and even though he couldn’t exactly feel them, I knew he could tell exactly how turned on I was.