she blushed.
her face turned a delightful shade of red. she shivered as he brushed her fringe out of her eyes. everytime he brushed against her, she felt a little tingle. she counted her blessings that he did not notice the flushed look. it was an infatuation.
she didnt believe in love. it was over-rated. and yet, he took her breath away.
it was the way he made her day. just being there for her. not asking any commitment from her. understanding the way she needed space. just being there.
yet, she was afraid. afraid to love again.
but could she overcome her fears?
its just a little crush… not like ill faint, everytime we touch..
