![]() “Let’s go back to the sexy and hot thing,” Caspian said. “I thought you might like some boy books.” He stopped an inch away from me. “And Treasure Island, and The Count of Monte Cristo.” I babbled on. I thought desperately of some way to change the subject. A hard wall at my back stopped me, but Caspian kept coming. My blood felt like pure oxygen racing through my veins, fizzy and bubbling and making me want to float away. ![]() I blushed again, and glanced around me, slowly backing away from him. “Go on,” Caspian prodded, shaking his head so that his hair covered one green eye. “By telling you how hot you are, and that when that little piece of black hair falls into your eyes, it’s so sexy it makes me forget my words, and.” I stopped, suddenly aware of how warm the mausoleum was. “Yeah, well, I can make you blush,” I retorted. Oh great, am I the color of a tomato now? Your face is absolutely adorable when you blush.” ![]()
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