The car was blanketed by a thick layer of snow. Inside they were hidden away from the world as he pulled her closer, pressing his lips hard against hers; his hands searched through layers of winter clothes for the warmth of her soft skin. She felt a strange connection to him the first time they looked into each other's eyes. His look captured her immediately almost like he could reach inside her soul. She tried to resist but was drawn closer by his gentle smile, his laugh and his touch. Sweat dripped down the inside of the window; she ran her finger across it to see if the snow outside had stopped, asking herself why she kissed a married man.
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