Hollow Dream ✔️
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A voice asked. "You'll catch a cold, why didn't you take your jacket?"
I spun around, and my eyes locked with Marcus's eyes.
"Hey," I said, my voice a little trembling from the cold, and I wrapped my arms across my chest, my shoulders stiffening.
I had not expected that it would be so cold.
My fingers dug into my sleeves, and I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, trying not to shiver too obviously.
Marcus didn't answer right away. He just looked at me for a second, then stepped forward. Silently, he slid off his jacket and placed it over my shoulders, and I ensnared it tighter around me immediately.
It was still warm from his body.
The inside smelled... citrusy?
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