She’s got that girl-next-door vibe to her. The kind that’s so shy she can’t make eye contact with me while my shirt is off. The kind that makes her cheeks go pink every time I talk to her. It’s rare to run into someone who genuinely blushes these days, and here she is, yanking down the hem of her cover-up and darting secret glances at me when she thinks I’m not looking. I’m looking, though.
