Pervert

Ivanna Pov's

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I was staring at my smoking hot and handsome stranger. The smirk on his lips was making him more desirable. Yesterday, I didn't notice much of his features and now when I'm doing it, it takes my breath away. He looks like a mafia king of novels: hot, handsome and desirable. The beard and the black hoodie suit him. I bit my lower lip when my eyes went on his lips which made me forget the world yesterday.

"Done checking me out" I came to sense upon hearing him. All my confidence vapour into thin air and my cheeks burn out, realising he caught me red-handed.

"I wasn't ch---checking you ou--out" I cursed myself for stuttering. Whenever I got nervous or afraid, I started stuttering. I hate this habit of mine but it's not in my control.

"You don't need to be nervous. You haven't done any crime" I turned my head in another direction, not wanting to look at his smile which always increased my strange feelings for him. The feelings that will drive me crazy.

"You burned the