Lyra's chest fizzed a little when she saw him waiting for her down the hall, and she grinned back at him, adorable in his nerdy t-shirt. "Hey yourself," she said, stepping forward to slide her arms around him, pressing herself against him for warmth and the exciting feeling of being so close to a body who wanted hers.
"Mm, it's warm in here. Wanna feel how cold my hands are?" She grinned up at him menacingly, threatening to tug up the back of his t-shirt in an utterly unsubtle bit of flirtation. He should yelp and laugh and hmm, maybe pin her dangerous hands against his bed? She'd be happy with any combination of those reactions.