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The rain had been steadily falling since dawn, soft and unyielding against my window. The whole house felt muted, as if the weather had smothered any warmth left from last night's dinner, which, let's be honest, had been a strained affair full of polite smiles and unspoken tension.
Now, here I was, curled up on my bed with a blanket wrapped around my legs, my phone lighting up with notifications. Ethan had been texting me nonstop all morning.
Ethan💖💙: Hey, I'm learning how to teleport.
Me: Why?
Ethan💖💙: So I can pop into your room right now. It's freezing...I want to keep you warm 😏
I blushed furiously, to the point I probably looked constipated.
Me: Pretty sure that's how horror movies start.
Ethan💖💙: Totally worth it.
I rolled my eyes but couldn't hide the smile creeping onto my face. "He's so dramatic," I muttered, quickly typing a response.
Me: If you teleport in, at least bring hot chocolate. I'm freezing.
