"You? Giggling? Never," he shook his head, feigning shock. "It'd be my pleasure," he repeated, as she seemed to skim the tip of his finger with her own. It sent a pleasant trill up and down his spine and he looked down at their hands, the corners of his mouth turning up again despite his confusing. He liked this feeling up and down his spine, he liked how he really wanted to take a big gulp of wine right now because the feeling in his stomach was foreign and delicious and anxious, but you wouldn't know any of that as he used his free hand to expertly pour them both a glass.
Lifting his, he proposed a toast, "To a new school year, and the Foundation, for being very lucky to have you."
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