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Mary's heart started to beat faster as he drew even more close, she could now feel the warm air from his nostrils on her delicate face.

He slowly lifted his hand to her chin and pulled her face even closer. She was now breathless, she tried so hard to control the moan that was about to escape from her lips.

She wondered what he was up to, and why he was torturing her that much. Was he about to kiss her again? She could feel the heat burning on her face and she was certain that they were as red as fresh tomatoes.

He brought his face even closer until his lips were just inches away from her ear. And then running his thumb gently on the side of her face just close to her lips he whispered into her ears "you've got flour on your face" before he finally pulled back and rested on the arm of the chair still smiling.

Mary lifted her hand to wipe her face, the exact same place he had just touched. She felt so embarrassed.

"No need"

"Huh!"

"No need to try wiping it off, I alrea