“Has anyone ever told you that you have a beautiful blush?” Red crept to her cheeks. “No.” “You do—it makes me think of summer berries and sweet cream.” She looked down at her lap. “You shouldn’t—” “It makes me wonder what I can’t see that has gone pink. It makes me wonder if all that pink tastes as sweet as it looks.” “You shouldn’t—” “I know your lips are sweet—your nipples, too. Did you know they are the same color? That pretty pink perfection.”
HELLO!?!?!?!?!??!
