"Wait, my hair is stuck on your button." She whispered.
Primrose leaned on his chest and started to untangle her hair from his shirt button.
Cassius was not moving to begin with. There was barely any movement from his side.
If not for the slightly visible movement of his chest from breathing, he would be presumed dead by the hospital within a few minutes.
The task of untangling was the middle child who was trying it's hardest to prove itself worthy of being one of the biggest problem for mankind.
Primrose was sweating in the fully air conditioned room. Half of it's credit must go to the rising temperature of the body under her. The wide expanse of his chest suddenly became very very obvious.
Carrying out a task in half distracted state was doomed to never see it's end. The same was the case for ……
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