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It's claustrophobic. There’s nowhere in the closet that you can’t see Harry.
She leans forward, green eyes shining as she looks at your chapped lips. You lick your lips, hoping to moisten them, and your thoughts spiral as that curly head gets closer.
She’s like an angel, the only light in the dark space you’re locked in. You hold your breath and wipe your clammy hands on your grey sweatpants. Your chest strains against hers as she presses even closer to you and boxes you in as if you have anywhere else to go. As if you would want to.