
‘Hey,’ he says, slightly breathless. His cheeks are pink and he doesn’t look at all cute.
His grin softens her demeanour, a little. She pushes off the wall as he catches up to her, his breath spilling out in a white cloud.
‘I’m perfectly capable of walking home by myself.’
Stucco Hearts (chapter 3) by ananbeth & rongasm
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