Oliver

Nora stood alone, her arms around herself tightly. She bit her lip, fighting back the bitter cold and shivered underneath her thin t-shirt.

Bit by bit out of the heavy mist she began to see a figure. As it approached and finally emerged, she held her breath. A tall and young man stepped out towards her with pale porcelain skin and aquamarine eyes. His features were so perfect that he was what Nora assumed Greek gods resembled. Just the sight of him made her knees weak and she forced herself not to crumple to the ground.

He stopped and stood there, his black hair softly ruffling with the breeze. He said no words and made no move. Nora could not read his face. She could not tell if he was angry, happy or sad. His eyes were locked onto hers as if he could see her soul and everything she wanted to keep away from him.

Suddenly she realized how far she had gone and knew that this was a mistake. Slowly yet reluctantly, she took a step back and was surprised to hear him respond.

"Please, wait." His voice itself was like velvet. It was so soft yet had such a powerful effect. Nora found herself frozen.

What was it about this man that made her so entranced? His very presence was so overwhelming. So powerful. Nora opened her mouth and had to wait a moment before recollecting herself so that she could speak.

"Who are you?" As soon as she said those words, the man closed his eyes and a small smile appeared on his lips. She stared at him, confused. Was what she had said amusing?

"Your voice. The effect your voice has on me is astounding." He barely said under his breath. He then opened his eyes, focusing them on Nora. "I am Oliver. You are Nora, yes?" When he said her own name, she felt small goose bumps prickle on her arm.

"How do you know that?" She questioned, a tinge of fear in her shaky voice. A scowl of concern appeared on his face and he took a step forward. Catching Nora by surprise, she pulled back and he paused.

"I'm sorry." He murmured. "I heard of your arrival in town. Your name is familiar amongst the people."

And with those words he flashed a smile that made Nora lose her breath. She felt spellbound by his sheer beauty and found herself moving towards him. It was something she knew was wrong yet she could not stop herself and in her heart she knew she did not want to. There was something about this man that drove her crazy. She longed to run her hands against his skin and wrap her arms around his body.

Standing before him, Nora looked up into his eyes and this itself made her feel dizzy. Up close his eyes were a jewel-toned blue that she had never seen before. She realized how much colder it had gotten and noticed the puffs of air as she breathed out.

He raised his hands and when he touched her bare arms, she gasped. His skin was cold to the touch and Nora felt her knees give in. Oliver, however, held her up and gave a wolfish grin.

With absolute no sense of boundaries, Nora raised her hands from her sides and lifted them to cup his face. Suddenly his smile disappeared and he too seemed to be in rapture by her touch. Steadily, Nora raised herself and brought her lips to his.

When they kissed, Nora felt her body go lighter and she closed her eyes, as if in a dream. His lips, like his skin, were cold yet the kiss was warm.

"Nora! Nora! Nora, where are you?" A voice in the distance called. Her eyes flickered open and she instantly pulled away, as if awakening from a dream. She stumbled backwards, staring at Oliver who looked amused.

"My...my aunt is calling. I have to...to...to go." Nora stammered. He made no response but simply watched her with a teasing smile on his lips. Fighting her desire to stay with him, Nora turned around and hurried towards her house. When she stopped to look over her shoulder, she only saw the mist.