I forgot all the rules I’d made for myself, as easily as I’d forgotten Ed.She walked right over to me, right up to me and wrapped her arms around me, as if we’d been dating for years. She pulled my face down to hers and kissed me. Her mouth opened, and I tasted cherries.Wendy molded her body against me and continued kissing me. My hands flailed and finally settled on her waist. She ground her pelvis into me and let out a gasp.I was sure I saw a smirk on her face as we slowly separated. She was nodding her head, as if she knew something that I didn’t. Or maybe she had just confirmed something.“You smell good,” she said. “And you taste even better. You need to relax though. This is over.”“So ... you don’t want to go out?” I asked.I was wondering what I’d done wrong. Shit ... even Ed had made it further into the date than I had. I decided that the bitch was crazy.“I want whatever you want,” she smirked.She had to be kidding. What I wanted more than anything else right then would have. Still, she thought it was a shame to box off such a beautiful location. She walked to the edge of the spring to look out over its frozen surface. As soon as she stood on the edge of the brick border, she saw it.In the very center of the pool, she saw a circle formed of crystalline structures within the ice. It was ringed by a dozen evenly spaced shapes that resembled cut gems. Within the circle, there was the image of a snowflake. It looked so perfectly formed that she believed it had to be etched in the ice, rather than any natural phenomenon.The ring in winter. The spring’s beautiful sleep, she thought. Well, that explains that. The words could only be describing the frozen pool. However, she certainly didn’t remember ever seeing anything similar at the spring before.That left only the final two lines of the poem. Touch in its center was an obvious - if somewhat perilous - instruction. The promise she’ll keep was still a complete mystery. What promise? Whose promise?While she.
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