Henry’s voice comes out muffled through my palm, and only then do I realize how close we still are. How easy it would be, in our current position, to stand on tiptoe and tilt my head just so and— I lurch back. “Sorry,” I apologize hastily, bringing my hand back down. “I was scared she’d see us.” “No worries.” His tone is equally dismissive, nonchalant, but the tips of his ears are a deep pink.
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