The fireplace was burning alright.
Filling her with sometimes warm, and sometimes hot feelings.
Things she found endearing were morphing into charming. Things she considered kindness where turning into flirting.
Her thoughts made her giggle and blush, pure and impure alike.
But she hadn't dawned her explorer hat yet. It would take quiet the push to do that.
And lo, just that situation was brewing.
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Glasses
Short Storytwo curious eyes met across a room. one hid behind a pair of glasses. [ /pairs of eyes; glasses as a viewpoint or barrier]
