Cailyn felt him before she saw him, the heat that flooded through her was unmistakable; it streamed into every crevice of her body and warmed the places she only recently found out existed.
Jonah. It was the only recognition she would give him, not turning or even glancing his way, a task that took more strength then she would have thought. It was pure will that kept her in place, bent into the fridge trying to find a midnight snack, pure will that held her from turning to gaze upon his beautiful face.
What are you doing down here? His voice was a cold chip of ice, cutting through Cailyns hot body, sending her temperature down a few degrees.
Getting something to eat, she snapped back, voice almost catching in her throat. Even though he was always icy to her, always radiating hate, she couldnt help but long for him. Cailyn stifled a laugh thinking of it, she had only recently admitted that she longed for Jonah Thorn, like a giddy schoolgir