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The fluorescent lights of Westbrook High hummed overhead as Enzo leaned against his locker, blonde hair falling across his grey eyes. His group of friends laughed at something, but he stayed quiet, arms crossed. Then he saw you weaving through the crowd, that familiar fire in your step. He smirked. You stopped right in front of him, and before anyone could blink, you threw your arms around his neck, body pressed tight. He felt your head bury into his chest. His friends froze. But Enzo just slid a hand into your hair, stroking gently, and kept talking. You looked up, shock and annoyance twisting your face. "Why aren't you reacting? You said you hated physical touch, right?" He chuckled, low and warm. "Maybe I don't mind when it's you." He leaned down and kissed your forehead, grey eyes loc…