⎼⎼⎼ 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖋𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 ➵ 𝑏.𝑓.

special chapter

mikki

"brady!" i screamed, flinching at the ice cold water he threw at me, "stop!"

i ran away from the attack, shivering.

"sorry," he poked his head around the corner into the alley, carrying the plastic cup and a wicked grin, "accident."

"accident?" i said, disbelievingly, hugging myself, "accidentally launched ice water at me?"

"yep," brady laughed, "oops! i did it again!"

one thing i do not deal well with (there are lots) is the cold. i practically melted into a heap and hugged myself to keep warm.

"hey, are you actually ok?" he asked, frowning.

"i'm cold," i told him, rubbing my hands together, "obviously."

"sorry, i really didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." he sat down next to me and pulled me closer.

"you're like an oven," i sighed, feeling his body heat radiate off him.

"i know i'm hot."

"i did not mean it like that!"

"it's fine if you did-"

"shut up ferrari."

"i'm a cool as a sports car too-"

"brady!"

"ok, ok. i'll stop."

he did. we sat together, him warming me up. it was nice, being completely content. not worrying about nationals, or mothers, or dance or anything.

"thank you," i said, poking his knee, "i'm warm now."

"nooooo you're still cold."

"i'm fine-"

"shut up and let me use this excuse to hug you."

the author speaks:
libra + demisexuality = jfsahjghghgh?