The voice on my shoulder whispered. "This is so boring. "
"You agreed to this movie, so shh!" I shushed him, my eyes glued to the screen.
He made a snort, and began playing with my hair.
Blushing at the contact, I nudged him. "You're distracting me."
He hummed in response, but stopped, thankfully.
However, for the rest of the movie, I could feel his breath fanning my neck, causing my face to burn up.
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Chocolate Ice Cream
Short StoryTara Flynn believes that the only way to heal a broken heart is by locking herself in her room, and eating tons of chocolate ice cream. Nathaniel Adam disagrees.
