You forgot your scarf again. Again.
You’re gonna freeze your pretty little fingers off.
Eli Dawson
Maybe I like the cold.
Also… "pretty"?
Noah Carter
Facts are facts.
You looked like you were shivering in art class.
Your cheeks were red. Kinda cute.
Eli Dawson
Stop 😳
Noah Carter
You didn’t say no, tho 👀
You want me to bring you something warm?
Eli Dawson
I’m fine.
Noah Carter
Liar.
I’m bringing cocoa. Don’t fight me.
Eli Dawson
With extra whipped cream?
Next Day
Eli tried to act like nothing had changed. Like the cocoa Noah handed him in the courtyard — warm hands brushing, their eyes locking a little too long — meant nothing.
But it did.
Because Noah sat next to him instead of with his usual loud group. Because he watched Eli sketch between sips, saying nothing, just smiling softly.
Because when Eli offered him a taste of the cocoa back, their fingers touched again.
A jolt.
A small one.
But enough to leave Eli staring at his hand after Noah left.
Private Chat – Saturday, 12:17 AM
Noah Carter
Do you draw everyone like that? Or just me?
Eli Dawson
I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Noah Carter
You had my face in your sketchbook.
I saw it.
Jawline was suspiciously flattering.
Eli Dawson
Delete yourself.
Noah Carter
Make me.
Or let me model for you next time. Shirtless.
Eli Dawson
You’re insufferable.
Noah Carter
You’re smiling, though.
Eli’s Thoughts That Night
He fell asleep with his phone on his chest, heart racing, cheeks warm.
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