As Naomi sat in the passenger seat, the warm air from the vents blew gently over her, chasing away the chill and seeming to reawaken her senses. She began to shiver slightly as waves of delayed shock washed over her, making it impossible to control herself.
“Are you cold?” Lennon asked, reaching over to turn up the heat.
Naomi was about to turn and thank him when she noticed a sheen of sweat on his forehead.
She paused, realizing that the weather wasn’t actually that cold. It was just her, prone to feeling chilly, who had dressed in extra layers today.
Lennon, on the other hand, seemed to handle the cold well. He was only wearing a gray polo shirt under a suit jacket, which he must have taken off and tossed in the back while driving.
For Naomi, the temperature in the car was perfect, but for Lennon, it was probably a bit too warm.
“I’m not cold.”
Naomi couldn’t bear to see him uncomfortable for her sake. She reached for the controls to lower the heat.
Lennon reached out at the same time, and her hand landed directly on top of his.
They both froze.
Naomi’s fingers were icy, while Lennon’s were warm, almost like a hand warmer. She felt a brief, comforting heat from the touch.
“Sorry.”
Naomi quickly pulled her hand back, her fingers curling slightly as if trying to hold onto the warmth.
Lennon just grunted, his expression unchanging.
“Let’s just keep it at this temperature. It’s fine.”
Naomi hesitated for a moment before finally nodding.

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