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He took his hands, slid them over my arms and pulled them around his back as a signal to keep mine wrapped around him. He placed his hands on my waist, looking down on me.
I can feel my face heat up immensely, knowing it's beet red and that I'm shaking partially because I'm still kinda soaked and because Agastya is touching me. I try not to grin and act cool but end up looking like my face is having a seizure because I'm trying not to smile.
"You know Varnika, since that phone call, I think we both know about our feelings for each other." He started to lean into my ear and speaking in a low, raspy, tone, "So I think we could become more than just fri--"
Before he finished the door busted open. Great. Someone else to ruin the possible highlights of my life since nothing ever happens to me but falling off of things.
Decana.
She takes one look at Agastya and I and her face turns to complete rage but snaps back so fas as t I barely saw it.
She starts her phony smile, "Agastya, I think Tim wants you. He's across the hall."
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