[their fingers brush just slightly and a wave of cold rolls through him like he's stepped into the beer aisle of a grocery store. he shivers, actually shivers from the chill. just seconds before he'd been burning up while pouring the sangria.
he had grabbed a few ice cubes, carefully shoveling them in the glass but the ice had offered no relief. in fact until they'd brushed against each other, he'd felt even warmer that just moments before.]
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he had grabbed a few ice cubes, carefully shoveling them in the glass but the ice had offered no relief. in fact until they'd brushed against each other, he'd felt even warmer that just moments before.]
Yeah. I did. But I didn't do anything.