“Your dad would totally fire me if he walked in on this, you know.”
“And lose the greatest literal babysitter he’s ever hired? I don’t think so.”
Marinette strains her neck to look at Adrien petulantly; he looks over at her and cracks a grin.
“You’re slipping, Mari!”
As his serious facade melts, Marinette is suddenly acutely aware of how warm he is against her. She’s not sure she likes the feeling as her blood runs cold and her heart clenches. I can’t do this, she reminds herself sourly, and tries to go back to relishing in her friend’s company.