There's Close, And There's Too Close
The answer is no. There’s no way in hell. I look away, clearing my throat before saying: “That was actually quite beautiful, thank you.” At the same time I reach out for one of the glasses, only to bump into his hand on the way. I flinch in surprise, my core twisting in a strange way. I pull my hand back without even touching the glass, suddenly sitting next to him like I turned into a statue. He reaches out with his other hand too, grabbing both drinks before giving one of them to me. As his eyes meet mine, it’s like something inside me dissolves. I grab the glass, feeling goosebumps standing up at the back of my neck as his fingers brush against mine. “I’m just showing off,” he then responds to my previous words. I smile against my will. I can’t help it, his smirk is contagious. He cl
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