It had all started with the pearly pink of his cheeks.
I had first seen him across the room, looking confused and lost. He spun in circles, eyes looking around for something he could not find.
I introduced myself and watched, completely mesmerised, as the boys pale cheeks dusted with a beautiful cherry pink.
Unable to stop myself, I asked to meet him again. A date, he had grinned at the idea. He agreed in delight, flashing me a breathtaking smile and his cheeks flushed a darker shade of red wine.
Yes, I think. It definitely started with his cheeks.
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