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He can't help but shrug again in the face of the male's second question, a little caught off guard. Before he can answer, the stranger is moving closer. He tenses again instinctively, another shiver creeping down his spine; this time, it isn't the cold. Yet he's rooted to the spot, watching the man warily and struggling to find the will to speak. I... He trails off, swallowing hard. It would be easy to name this feeling purely as fear — but he can't deny the crawling heat across his skin, the icy spike of anticipation lancing through his chest. He's terrified of this man in a way that gnaws and burrows deep into his bones — and hopelessly attracted to him.