"Strokes your face slowly, gaze intent. Brushes his thumb feather-light over the mark on your cheek, admiration in his eyes no less than when he did the same to the unmarked side of your face before."
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—— ;; Blinks once then twice.
Tries her best not to let her cheeks
flush as she feels him brush his thumb
over her mark in a feather-light fashion.
The admiration in his eyes didn’t help anything
still, she hardened her gaze to look at him.
Now forcing herself to try and control her
embarrassment so she didn’t flush.
“ W — What ? Is there s - something
you want? ”
Though her voice she couldn’t hide well
enough.
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