“Are you blushing, Sasha?” I try to swallow, but it gets stuck at the base of my throat, so I just shake my head once. “Your skin looks red.” “That’s because…I’m hot.” “That you are.” My heart beats so hard, I’m surprised it doesn’t jump from its confinements and lay itself at his feet. “W-what?” “What?” I can’t say it. I want to, but I just can’t. He just called me hot. I heard it, but I’m not sure if it’s real or if my head is playing tricks on me.
