The Good With The Bad
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Ongoing, First published Dec 27, 2013
He looked down on me, a smirk appearing on his peachy complexion. "You're blushing."

I blushed even more, if that was even possible. He scratched his chin playfully, unmistakable amusement in his eyes.

"I've got to say, you don't look very attractive when you blush."

It was a fatal attraction that made me realize, maybe our resident bad boy was holding up too many facades?
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