Page 84 of Let It Snow

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Lake squeezes his eyes shut, silent for a moment, then stands.

"I need… I need to think about it."

And just like that, he leaves!

Fuck.

I break down crying again.

As I sob, something strange happens.

A wet trickle slides down my thigh.

What the hell? I touch it with my finger and bring it to my nose.

Slick.

With a new scent. Sweet. Ripe like fruit.

I stare at the clear fluid, stunned.

My eyes go wide, my mouth falls open.

What the hell is happening?

No.

No!

No!!!

Am I… going into heat?

Now? You cruel Fate.

Why would you fuck me over like this?

Shock knocks me over. Again… I lose consciousness.

???

I open my eyes two hours later, a pool of slick between my thighs.

For a while I sit there, crying silently, trembling, being a hell of a mess and more.

But what’s new? I’m a mess, period. Heat or not.

Then I close myself in the shower and sit there, sobbing hysterically, trying to shower the arousal away with an insane amount of hot water.

After that I go back to bed and kick the rest of my nest, pushing it off the bed, throwing pillows on the ground, over the walls, whimpering wildly…

But the slick does not stop dripping.

The hotness in my body rises quickly.

What happens during the night blows past anything I ever imagined.

Even with that constant sense of despair and misery hanging over me, my body refuses to sink into it.

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