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"Are you cold? " asked Flynn in a protective and worried way. "If you want, we can go back to the car.

"No, no..." I murmured, shrinking absent-mindedly. "I don't feel cold. Everything is fine.”

As if to provoke me or show Flynn that I wasn't being so sincere in everything I said, another night breeze passed us, giving me goosebumps so much that it was difficult to contain the cold panting. He leaned even more against me, and I had a strange feeling. I didn't remember feeling as numb as at that moment, when I received your contact in a promise to bring your warmth to mine. I raised my eyes to Flynn, and noticed that his gaze went down to my half-open lips, and that the hands he held on his lap were moving nervously, as if he was itchy from the desire to touch me.

The aura between us that had previously been of an almost flooded embarrassment, was now purely loaded with desires never confessed. I didn't want to admit it, but from the first moment of our message conversations, I felt th