Blush
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"I heard you don't blush" he said as I was getting ready to start walking to the ladies' room. "Nope! Try me" I said back, with a light chuckle, knowing he wouldn't. Just as I started walking few feet I heard him mumble something I was sure not supposed to, beacuse when I turned my head just a bit to check, he sat there with an embaressed look on his face. Almost as if he regretted what he had said. "You're beautiful." As I finally made it to the bathroom, I looked in the mirror. My cheeks were a light shade of pink, that I promise was not there before. I blushed. He made me blush. For the first time in forever.
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