Moonsong Glacier [m] Of the January sun; and not to think

He came close, then stopped. 

No! Why did he stop!?

A snarl replaced the whines she had produced. 

Ears peeling back, lips curled, she snapped her teeth in his direction. 

So many emotions at once, and she couldn't decide which to focus on. Which was most important.

Lust warmed her body, urging her to close the distance and become one with him, as they were meant to.

Anger throbbed in her veins, a fury caused by the sudden rage of unfamiliar hormones. 

Hope, that he might truly be the sun to melt her ice, and chip away every barrier leading to her heart. Where he could take it for his own, and keep it forever. 

And the counterpart of that hope. Fear of his rejection. Simple as that.

It all swarmed, flowing within like an unstoppable river. Never to cease. 

Not unless one of them put an end to it.