Her smile never reached her eyes, hard blue and unblinking, but it was a pretty smile, sweet and soft and full of promise. He danced with her, feeling her pulse pulse to the music. When they left, her hand was warm in his.
“I’m cold,” she told him, as they walked.
“Where’s your coat?” he asked.
“Make me warm,” she said, and pulled him to her. Her lips were soft and moist, but her tongue was icy. He breathed her in.
The next day, they found him with frost in his lungs and a smile forever on his lips.