This one is one of my favorites, teehee.
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Beat
Her heart beat- harder and harder as he closed in on her.
She could swear he heard it, threatening to burst from the ribcage that protected it.
He stepped a step closer and closer and closer until he could literally step no further, and his breath mingled with hers in the little space between them.
The air was so cold around them she could see it, leaving her and meeting him. His warmth did the same, radiating towards her like a magnet, traveling deliciously warm paths across her skin.
It's snowing- she can feel the cold icy flecks on the back of her neck but she doesn't really care because he's so warm. She's ankle deep in the freezing white precipitation, and her socks are beginning to get soaked even through her sneakers. Damn, she should have worn boots today.
"Castle, I-" she begins, not knowing what she's going to say as she starts the sentence. What was she going to say again? Something about how this was a bad idea. Something about how she couldn't. She couldn't recall the reasoning behind either of those statements now, however clear they were five minutes ago.
He brought up a hand, it was moving towards her face.
Was he really about to do this?
Was she really about to let him?
It was then his hand met the side of her brown head and the sensation hit her:
Cold.
Cold and wet.
Ice and melting snow ran in rivers down her neck, under her scarf and blouse, causing her to freeze, shoulders hunched at the unwelcome feeling.
The snow still sticking to her hair and the smug grin on Castle's face was telling enough.
There was no denying he won the snowball fight.
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