Warmer than the sun
I don't want to talk to you," I said, my voice trembling.
Harry's face became solemn. "You don't have a choice," he continued, drawing me in closer. "You owe me an explanation."
My heart was hammering in my chest as Harry approached and breathed on my face. I attempted to resist, but he had a firm grip on my hand.
When we heard footsteps approaching, Harry let me go. It was Jason.
"Did you get the book you're looking for?" Jason asked Harry as he approached our aisle.
"Yes, I found it," Harry replied, glancing at me. And turned to him and said, "Let's go." They all left together.
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