Eyes of Ice (Eyes of Ice Erotica Series) Read Online Free Page B

she said.
                  “That’s good,” he said simply, offering her his arm as an invitation to continue their walk. With some regret, Cecelia took it. “I think I might be bad enough for the two of us, however.”
                  Cecelia was silent, lost for words. Andrew appeared to be in his own thoughts as well, for he did not speak a single word on their journey to Cecelia’s dormitory. They parted with the familiarity of friends, without a kiss. He held her hand, and then pulled away for a few backward steps, then turned to disappear into the snowy darkness. There’s no need for words , Cecelia realized. For there had been formed an understanding, a heavy kind of contract based on the deepest of yearnings that would be, Cecelia felt with another shiver, confirmed the next evening.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Two
     
                  The next morning gleamed under early brightness, roofs dripping with liquefying snowmelt and condensation huddled in the corners of windows. Cecelia knew that students would be slow to rise today; having partaken in the wonders of the city the night before, it was unlikely that her fellow classmates would be anything but loath to face the vividness of a new day. And it seemed as if Mags was no exception – nine o’clock, ten o’clock, eleven, all came and went, until at eleven thirty, Cecelia saw Mags emerge from her covers with a dazed expression and a heavy groan. Cecelia turned on her side in her own bed in an imitation of casualness, for she had been waiting and wondering and dying to ask Mags a laundry list of penetrating questions. How different was last night for her? Then, with some confusion: what was Devon … like? And: Will Andrew be anything like that? And most important of all: Did Devon say anything about Andrew?
                  Cecelia desperately wanted to know more about Andrew, having realized that all she knew of him, really, was that he was a good kisser and a good dancer. Serves you right for taking up all your conversation time with narcissism and awkwardness , she had berated herself more than once.
                  Still, “Are you okay?” was the first thing she dubiously asked her roommate.
                  “I’m …” Mags looked down and attempted to disentangle herself from the sheets. “I’m great!” she grinned. She slipped out of bed, and Cecelia immediately averted her eyes. From what she could tell from her briefest of observations, Mags was wearing underwear, at least, but it still made Cecelia incredibly shy to watch her roommate so close to nakedness.
                  Mags appeared, as ever, not to notice Cecelia’s conscientious display, and strode about the room matter-of-factly, yawning several times. “Devon said that Andrew liked you, and Devon said that Andrew likes hardly anybody. Oh, and before he left, he got a text from Andrew saying that you should go to his apartment at six. Wow, I’m impressed at myself for remembering that.”
                  Cecelia’s heart jumped. “Really?” she squeaked. In the light of day, the events of last night had begun to seem unreal – the memories played over and over in her mind had become more to Cecelia less of a lived experience and more like a sequence of a movie that she had watched in 3D. Apart from the constant replays, she had spent most of the night wondering how she had let someone get so close to her, in a way that no man had ever been before. The confirmation of last night’s events at once stunned and excited her.
                  Mags laughed. She had turned on the shower in the bathroom, and returned to the bedroom to collect her toiletries. Cecelia averted her eyes again.
                  “Listen, Mags,” she said, staring at her covers, “Was Devon … strange somehow?”
                  Mags stopped,