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I look at Phil who stands next to me.
"You're shivering" I say worriedly.
"Your hair is messy." he laughs.
I sigh trying to fix it looking in my phone screen.
"Wait, let me..." he says then softly strokes my hair and forehead trying to fix it.
I feel my cheeks blush and something flicker inside my heart at his touch. After he finishes, his fingers linger on my forehead for a little longer then he gently pulls his hand away, touching my ear and cheeks.