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A Taste of Trouble
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His coat lay forgotten on a stone by the riverbank. He reached for it, shook off the dust, and without a word, draped it over my shoulders. The heavy fabric swallowed my shoulders, covering every inch of me that I wished had never been seen.His hands lingered on the edges for a second too long, his knuckles brushing against my damp skin before he pulled away like he was electrocuted.I swore I could feel his warmth through the rain.The coat was warm and smelled faintly of him — he really smelled different, something unique and something impossibly comforting.I stared at him, my lips parting, my breath caught somewhere between embarrassment and gratitude.“Th-thank you,” I stammered, pulling the coat tighter around me.He didn’t say anything. His eyes softened as they met mine, steady and unreadable. Rain trickled down his temple, catching on his lashes. He looked heavenly!Then, with a slight, almost imperceptible smile, he murmured, “It’s nothing.”But it was.It was a shield. A k
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Just as I was starting to relax, he nudged my shoulder with his, catching me off guard. “Hey,” he said, his voice low. “Thanks for dragging me out here. It’s... better than what I planned!”For a second, I forgot how to speak. Then I managed a half-smile. “You’re welcome.”The moment stretched, filled with an unspoken something I couldn’t quite name. And as I looked out at the water, I couldn’t help but think that this was one of those days I’d remember. Even if I didn’t fully understand why.After some quiet moment, where we both just sat there like a pair of lovers… no no no… better say awkward peoples—me trying not to hyperventilate because my teacher was literally sitting too close for comfort—Mr. Wright finally broke the silence."Hey," he said, glancing at me from the corner of his eye. "Are you hungry? Let’s grab a bite before we head back. It’s almost 3 PM. What say? I blinked, caught off guard. "Uh, yeah, I guess. I’m starving," I admitted, realizing I hadn’t eaten anythin
