25. shiver

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You're lucky you're pretty, he tells her in an empty classroom. Her teeth jitter with cold, she leans into him but he's shivering too. Or else I'd be mad at you.

Aw, Reze says. Her tongue clacks against her teeth. You're pretty as well. Her fingers are restless, her nails unfurl and scratch the wood of the desk like tally marks.

She can't even hear the scraping against the pounding of the rain and the thudding of her heart as he flushes against her gaze.

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