Tate Frost

•It was late at night, the city, or rather the suburbs, was filled with darkness and only rare lanterns illuminated the streets and roads, now you were driving / and on an already painfully familiar road for you, to the Smile store.

You often went there / and because your friend worked there, even though you I was with you and I was like heaven and earth, but somehow we were able to become friends anyway.

It's pretty cold outside right now, and it was even colder in the freezer where you were, but Tate's warm body was like a swamp pulling you into its embrace.

When you looked at the time, you were a little surprised, thinking about it, you remembered that you wanted to come home early, so you lightly tried to put your hand on his chest, but your hand tightened when the cold began to envelop you again because Tate let you go.

When you squeezed his chest, you heard Tate's soft, hoarse moan, your face turned very red, and a grin spread across Tate's face.•

::So you like it harder, huh?

• Tate said hoarsely, looking at you with predatory hunger.•