I envied the straightforward gaze most people have. The boldness of their look always made me tremble and shiver. Alas, I cannot confront those eyes with the same intensity. I can only cower in embarassment.

But what can I do when his presence in front of me beckons my gaze to meet his? He is only a few feet away, sitting there in his full glory, waiting for my eyes to inch higher from his neck.

I gaze a little higher and see a smirk on his lips.

Ah, I know. He sees my discomfort. He can see right through my fidgeting fingers.

"Rose," he called, a low and tempting tone lacing his husky voice.

I gulped, trying to cool my excitement.

"Your cheeks live up to your name. Are you feeling hot?"

My eyes gazed a little higher until I got a glimpse of his piercing gaze. But I quickly look down at my sweating palms.

I hear a low chuckle from him and I feel his gaze feel hotter. Then, he stood from his seat, and I see his open palm in front me.

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