Flic POV
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If she wasn’t controlling it, the heat permeating through her skin at that moment would’ve made her nauseous. It was a clammy kind of heat that made her certain that her skin held a blush across her whole body. Sweat made her clothes stick to her and her breaths came in heavy puffs, raking in the cold air of the room. It hadn’t been long since the guard had left the pair, and Flic still couldn’t believe that Charlie was calm enough in that situation to wind him up. The way she had taken his punches was impressive, though each one had made Flic wince. She had heard the crack of each one land but was as creeped out as the guard by how eerily Charlie had acted as if nothing had happened. She wasn’t surprised that the guy had run away, but she once again re-evaluated how badass
