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My cheeks adopted the rosy color named pink, and I turned my head to the side. Now, this was getting awkward, and too weird for my liking. And like he knew what was happening within me, he began to press down lower till I could feel his sharp breath on my face.
If I turned, it would be easy to steal a kiss from his soft lips, but I wasn't that bold. That would mean asking him out, and I needed no one to tell me I would be rejected with a smirk on Hayden's face.
"You trying to show off or something?" I asked him, still looking sideways at his strong arms folding in smoothly, and stretching in the same manner.
"Show off what?" He asked, his breath breaking through rapidly. He wasn't even sweating. I could see others with shiny foreheads, and beaded necks.
